The Escapee

I hit her low with my full weight the second she's mostly through the door, hoping to topple her back through it with my momentum. Her size belies her fluidity and the lock clicks home before I half hit her and half hit the door. Her belly and chins ripple with glee as I pick myself up from the floor.

The chain smiles at me.

The music begins.

The lock itself is a promise.

The instant she's through the door I hit her with my full weight, but she's too big. Her belly, thighs and chins shudder with glee as