You aren't entirely sure what happened.

You had been running as fast as you could, bare feet slapping against the porcelain of the police station floor. Your chest hurts from the amount of panting you’ve been doing, but you can’t stop, not unless you want him to catch you.

Taking a sharp right, you tumble into a metal barrel and wait. Wait for his footsteps to retreat, for the mindless buzz of his prod to no longer ring in your ears. Just a little more-

The world suddenly begins to fade as pain blooms at the top of your head. Before you can react, you’re falling, eyes fluttering shut.

—

The first thing you notice is the smell of smoke. It fills the room like a gas, almost suffocating were you not used to worse things. The second thing you notice is the feeling of strong arms wrapped around your waist, bristly hairs rubbing against your sensitive neck. Rough palms cling to your curves, never allowing you to leave.