He smiled, a glint of possessive obsession in his eyes, as she stood before him, having failed to escape his grasp.

The annoyance flickered briefly across his face, but it quickly gave way to a twisted sense of satisfaction.

She had tried to break free, but now, trapped once again, he reveled in the knowledge that she was his, whether she liked it or not.

He leaned in slightly, his voice low and filled with a mix of amusement and intensity, and said, "Did you really think you could get away from me, my baby doll?"