"Where do you think you're scurrying off to?" Lucci mused watching as you fumbled with the door knob.

"To hell with this! To hell with this all!" you shouted and threw open the door, yet entering the room you found yourself in a corner. "Shit."

You turn back to the door, finding the leopard man already standing under the archway. Panic repeated how terrible the situation was for you, being an inconvenience to your thought process. While your heart raced miles, your eyes scanned the area for an escape. An open window caught your eye, however, you were ten stories in the air.

Two options: Door or Window, Fight or Flight.

If you escaped through the window you'd have to be careful climbing down, one slip-up from your footing and you'd splat on the ground. The possibility of Lucci tailing you is also likely and it increases your chances of messing up, whether it's an accident or by his hand.

If you tried to fight your way out the door, you might get past Lucci, but if he lands on hit on you it's over. You might be good at martial combat yet the scratch marks he made sting pain even now. You were no match for his strength.

What do you do? Both outcomes could easily end in your death. Your mind turned gears as it tried to scale the better option. You stood there, undecisive of the two options that you ended up doing the third option.

Lucci grinned as he approached your frozen state. His hand caressed your face, tilting your chin up and gazing into your blank eyes. His other arm possessively snaked around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Seems like we've concluded playing cat and mouse," Lucci purred into your ear. "Time to come back little mouse."