Delilah's world tipped upside down, quite literally, as Mark hoisted her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. Blood rushed to her head, making her dizzy, but the burning adrenaline in her veins kept her from slipping into panic.
She kicked wildly, trying to make it difficult for him to hold on, but he only tightened his grip, one arm wrapped around her thighs, the other securing her upper body.
"Stop fighting, Delilah," he gritted out, his breath warm against her side. "You're only making this harder for yourself."
She slammed her bound hands against his back, but it was like hitting a brick wall. He barely flinched.
Her heart pounded against her ribs as she scanned their surroundings. The trees were tall and thick, their twisted branches casting long, jagged shadows under the moonlight. The dirt road behind them had disappeared into darkness, and ahead, the forest stretched endlessly.
No sign of another car. No sign of help.
