She's on the balcony, her lower back pressed against the railing. Her plan worked, and she hates it. She hates him for everything he is and what he's doing, can't hear what he's saying but she knows it's nothing good. Deepstalker. He makes her feel like prey, and he's towering over her, cornered her against the railing before the door even closed behind him.

His body is too close, his hand on her throat but not applying pressure, not yet. She knows this game well. It's there to remind her that she's helpless against him. Bastard. Her heart is pounding, breaths coming in shallow gasps, body trembling, and through her fear, she thinks she can hear what he's saying. Scared, little rabbit? Is that the reason they call you rabbits? Or...you know what else rabbits are known for, don't you?

And for a split second, she wonders if Laura is even here. What if she's not? If she's just cornered herself alone with this monster. Open the lion's maw and place your head within.