That made it so much worse. Annie had no idea who this guy was other than the fact that he'd shot her. Hurt her. Left her for dead. And he knew her name. How? How had he possibly discovered her? What else did he know?
A tear slipped down her cheek, and Annie didn't feel it at all. Her skin was numb from the top of her head to the bottoms of her feet. Her muscles tight and immobile.
She felt like if she pressed herself against the glass any harder, the window would break and slice her to ribbons.
Despite not wanting to, somewhere inside knowing that it would just feed into his joy, Annie turned her head away from the brutal man, her eyes closing. She couldn't think. She was shutting down. Panic was taking over. Fear. His joy and enjoyment of the moment was not helping.