Weapon of Last Resort

Kiera woke with a start, confused and scared. From the shadows a man appeared with a leering grin on his face. She tried to step back but her ankles were tied together.

“You can’t get away, little doll,” the man said, coming closer.

She struggled with her hands, but they were tied too. She tried to scream, but it was muffled by the gag in her mouth.

“There’s nothing you can do, dear,” the man said, taking sinister delight in her helpless state. He brought himself right up to her face.

She headbutted him, and he crumpled to the floor.