I am desperate for freedom, for peace, and for justice. As I leave captivity and step into the bright sun-filled day, a wave of relief washes over me. But I am not free yet. Walking between barbed wire topped walls toward the exit gate, I breathe in fresh air, preparing for the next challenge. An enemy posing as a lover waits for me. I will evade him, though. I am not a prize to be won or an object to be claimed. Robert Maxim meets me at the prison gate, his smile predatory and victorious. I blank my mind. If I think about my plan, Robert will see it on my face. He expects me to do something-it's part of the fun for him. I look away to keep the thoughts bubbling up in my mind hidden. You will learn that I am not an object. Only a thinking, feeling, sentient being can ruin you the way I plan to.
