Smiling, Mark finished off the team breakup and the members began to put on their gear. Sandra began to move slowly along the wall, the figure apparently motionless as a thin sliver of light became visible from her altered position. Loving every moment of it as much as she, he paused again to readjust, making her writhe and beg him to continue. Slowly, the knife began to rise, caressing her face ever so gently as it moved out of her range of vision, and then right in front of her eyes. She could get raped, or she could get beaten and raped. Fat chance. Wisdom told her to back away, her body told her there was nowhere to move, and fear held her captive at the edge of the person’s knife. Evidently he didn’t want to slip again, nor have her die of blood loss. Yet the apparition sensed this, and moved to block all light again.
