It's too late! He'd overheard her. Why had she screamed in the first place? She had squandered precious seconds and attracted unfavorable energies to herself.
"Well, well," a confident voice droned.
His posture exuded strength. His big shoulders were raised to the sky. He loomed ominously in Jessie's face, his Doc Martens legs astride.
"Who are you?" She cried. " Why have you brought me here?" She inquired.
There was no response.
"I'm talking to you!" Jessie said angrily, raising her arms. His arm swung like steel and collided with hers in an instant. He grabbed both of her hands and lifted her up, her eyes bulging with fear. Her feet were dangling in mid-air.
