Re: Alcove
She didn't understand, not really. How could anyone enjoy that someone was afraid of them? Did happiness need to be complex? She didn't think that sounded right either. A soft breath of relief escaped her as the grip around her throat loosened. She didn't move her hand, nor did she shy away from the hand stroking her shoulder. She was very much afraid of him now, and she found herself wishing that she had taken that step down the stairs.
"I'm not much of a challenge," she countered softly, seizing the opportunity for a way out. If he wanted a challenge, she could simply be easy pickings. That was the right term for it, she thought. Her eyes were focused on the wall behind him to find a sense of calm, but her breathing came quickly and her heart was racing. With his hand at her throat, he could likely feel her pulse.