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Vickie slowly regained consciousness and noticed it was almost dark. She looked around and noticed she was in a cemetery. She got up to run, but was grabbed by the arm and held firmly by Simon.
"Finally woke up, huh?" he said to her.
"Let me go." She demanded.
"In time." Simon calmly informed her. "But first, we're going to have a little talk."
"A talk? About what? Abducting women? I'll save that talk for the Police." She said and raked Simon's eyes with her long newly manicured sharp nails, at the same time driving her knee deep into Simons groin, freeing herself.
Vickie ran, but was still disoriented from the chloroform and had no idea where she was, or which way to run. Simon quickly shook off the dizziness and ignored the throbbing pain from his groin to his stomach, and took off in pursuit of her. She was lost. She heard Simon approaching and decided to hide in the bushes and wait for him to pass her, then find her way out and call the police. Vickie held her breath as Simon walked by, so close she could have reached out and touched him. If I only had a gun she thought, and looked around for something, anything, to protect herself with. She spotted a small, but strong, piece of wood used at some point in time as a tent peg. It was round and straight with a top mushroomed from being driven into the ground, and most importantly had a pointed tip. It'll do in a pinch she thought, relieved to have something with which to protect herself. Simon looked around and listened for sounds, he was about to keep walking in search of her, then suddenly reached into the bushes she was hiding in and grabbed Vickie by the hair, pulling her out of her hiding place. Vickie screamed and jabbed the tent peg into Simon�s right eye.
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