[i]She was confused for a moment, but realized that she’d met the man before under a false name, which was something she usually did. Him helping her to her feet and squeezing her hurt really badly, and she wanted to scream, but only a weak groaning sound came out. Pushing her inside, she winced again. Pressure on that ankle coupled with the wounds all over her were not making this easy. She wasn’t talking either, which perhaps seemed strange. It looked as if there was more to this than met the eye.[/i]