Fucking book it!

Maisie grabbed her small purse and slid along the seat slowly towards the far door. Up the staircase, the tall double doors opened, and what she assumed was a servant of some kind was silhouetted in the light from inside. She slid off her shoes, eyeing the gravel lane. This was going to hurt, but she had to at least try and run. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad when she got caught.

She took a few deep breaths and steeled herself, before grabbing the door handle and pulling. The door swung open and she leapt out, stones digging into her feet, and tore off as fast as she could.

She could hear shouting behind her, and a car door slam. An engine revved.

Her heart was pounding so hard she thought she might break a rib. She'd gone easily thirty feet. She could see the road. It was only maybe three times as far again. She could make it. She could make it! The adrenaline coursed through her as she pushed herself on, heartbeat pounding in her ears. The gravel didn't hurt her feet anymore. She could see cars driving past, sixty feet further down the lane.

A black SUV sped past her on the grass, kicking up tufts of dirt and grass. Ahead of her, it turned onto the lane and slammed to a stop. The driver's door opened, and a tall man in a suit, extremely heavy set, stepped out. He was right in her path. She had no chance to stop herself.

Maisie ran right into him, and he grabbed her by the arms.

"You fucking dumb little cunt. All you had to do was what you were told. You'll regret this."

He let go of one arm and reached into his jacket, pulling out a gleaming silver syringe. Maisie's eyes went wide as she knew what was coming. Fruitlessly, she tried to wrestle against the iron grip she had on his arm. She thought briefly of shouting for help, but the only people passing by were in cars, and wouldn't hear her.

Her captor pulled off the protective cap with his teeth and gave the syringe a gentle squirt. "Lets see you try running now, little bitch." He jabbed it into her neck and Maisie squealed.

Everything felt far away. Her hands felt like phone books. Why was she so tired.

What was going to happen to her now?