"I want those clothes."I want those clothes. Now, tell me where they are or I'll... I'l- l..." She grinned. "You'll what?" I gritted my teeth. "Amalie," I said hoarsely, "I've never hit a woman in my life, but so help me..." Her grin widened, and she said, "I wouldn't advise you to try to hit this woman, baby. Have you forgotten already how easily I handled you a few minutes ago? I could break you in two if I wanted. You're like a child compared to me. I can do anything with your soft, little body I want to." "Oh?" I snarled. "Well, we'll see about that!" And with that, I swung a roundhouse right straight up at her jaw. Her left hand came up sharply and caught my fist in midswing, stopping it so abruptly I was jarred to my toes. Instantly, her long fingers closed over my fist and tightened, crushing my coiled fingers into my palm. My fury turned to sudden fear as I tried to yank my hand away, but her grip was too tight, and then agonizing pain from the pressure of her fingers went coursing down my arm to my shoulder. In desperation, I grabbed at her fingers with my free hand, trying vainly to dislodge them, but they were like steel bands slowly crushing my fist into a useless ball. I looked up at her pleadingly as, a smile decorating her lovely face and her free hand resting casually on her hip, she gazed down at me with amused contempt. "I warned you," she said simply and tightened her grip on my fist even more, simultaneously bending it backward and down so that slowly, inexorably I was forced to my knees in front of her. |