[She can't help herself, even with her pride, she jumps when the hand slams next to her head, the impact sounding even louder than it was thanks to her high strung nerves. Forget about ego, she had to get out of here. If one hand was beside her, that left one side open. Maybe he wouldn't try to stop her, maybe she would be fast enough to get by, even if her did, but she turned and ducked, not wanting to get caught between both arms.]
[There was a lot of things she could have said just then, a lot of things about how beneath her he was, but, for once, survival was much more important than how she presented herself.]
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[There was a lot of things she could have said just then, a lot of things about how beneath her he was, but, for once, survival was much more important than how she presented herself.]