SEVENTEEN
I took what seemed the best course of action in the moment and stabbed my heel into the back of our assailant’s knee. The man stumbled sideways, but somehow, he turned the motion into an abrupt spin, and in the blink of an eye, he was behind me, his arms passed beneath mine, and both of his hands slammed down on the back of my neck, shoving my head down at the same time he pulled my arms back. My entire upper body was immobilised. I danced awkwardly, trying to stamp on one or both of his feet, but I couldn’t see what I was doing, and he knew what he was about and evaded me.
‘Easy, Miss. Easy!’ His voice was apologetic. ‘You’re confused, I know, but it’ll pass. Please try to relax.’
Well, that was absolute rubbish.
He had control of my head and arms, and there was little I cou
