The man moved like no other, clouding her thoughts forcing her into the cold metal cuffs she was powerless to stop.
"There, there Clare. You've been a very naughty girl, haven't you?"
"Don't play dumb, Cole. You'll pay for this, The Alliance will see to that." And with that she spat in Anton Cole's face.
"Tut, tut. Lack of authority and manners, I see. But don't worry, High Wisher Lyle will see to that. As of, ooh, the good five years you've been on the run, I'm now Salvation Wisher Cole." his roughly shaven face sneered at her pulling her by her hair. "Now into the car or I'll just have to harm that pretty little face of yours and have you delivered special delivery to your oh-so precious Alliance won't I?"
And with that he looked her deep in the eyes clouding her mind and dragged her to his van parked right behind her own little Mini...
Next instalment coming as soon as I can be bothered to type it! ;D