Escape!

With Mr. Gray in hot pursuit, I made it out the front door and slammed it behind me with all the **** I could muster, leaping off the porch in the same motion. I heard a cry of pain followed by a muffled curse and realized with satisfaction that I'd probably caught the bastard right in the face.

A second later the door flew open and he stumbled out, blood streaming from his nose. Then he caught sight of me and we looked at each other, the expression on his face one of such unspeakable rage that my brief moment of smugness turned into icy terror. What would he do to me if he caught me?

The horror of that thought was enough to get my trembling legs into action again and I raced down the drive toward the road, my poor abused breasts bouncing painfully with every step.

Mr. Gray wasted no time pursuing, and with a feeling of sinking dread I realized he was faster than me and gaining quickly. Expecting to be tackled at any moment, I was just thinking how hopeless the situation was when an unfamiliar black van roared out from behind a cluster of trees. There was a loud BANG! and I whirled in time to see Mr. Gray crumpling to the ground with a hand clamped over his leg, howling in pain and fury.

The whole thing seemed unreal, and I stared numbly at him a moment before turning back around to look at the van. The passenger door had been flung open and a man called out, "Get inside! Hurry!"