Yes, with some help

You begin to feel yourself slipping into the words flowing into your mind when you are able to grant yourself a moment of clarity. As a last-ditch effort, and with no real hope of it working, you just scream as loud as you can; maybe you could startle him or drown out the dark promises.

Instead, the lights are thrown on and, with a deafening explosion of sound, the man's head explodes. You snap your head around and see Sheriff Forrest lowering her revolver. She strides forward and you flinch back.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, you did fine," she says as she unlocks the cuffs and helps you stand.

"W-what? What happened?" you stammer.

"Well, we received your call, but something happened. When dispatch couldn't get any information from you, we traced the location and I took a squad car. Upon our arrival, that monster...got in our heads, for lack of a better phrase. I guess we were brainwashed. It was the strangest feeling; it was like there were two of me in my head. One was in control, the one you were able to scare off with your scream. That Sheriff Forrest did not protect the innocent, and for that, I am deeply sorry." Her explanation done, the Sheriff lowers her head in shame, but quickly looks up, gauging your expression.

"Okay, so this must be supernatural, then. I knew it! People can't just do what he did, and I knew there was now way you would willingly help him!" you are beyond relieved to see a friendly face.

"Yes it seems that way. Let's get you home, sweetheart," Sheriff Forrest offers with a smile.