[Someone's Kitten]

The next thing Marcie knows Mr. Turner has taken hold of her ankles and is dragging her across the floor. She reaches for the table leg but only grazes it with her fingers. Clawing at the polished tile floor doesn’t help and there’s nothing else to grab on to. She struggles weakly, her strength exhausted, but tries to twist her ankles our of his hands anyway. She can only moan and let tears roll unchecked down her face, in her mind a pathetic attempt to deny what is happening to her.