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deranged—furry-pants-wearing—version of Jason or Saw .
    Horrible images of being slaughtered and then eaten like Hannibal's victims had her feet moving faster than she had ever moved in her life. Farther into the mist she ran, dodging rocks, jumping stumps and fallen trees. Her entire body was beaded in sweat from her exertion. Strangely, she suddenly began to get cold. She felt an odd surge of power from the sword, making her hand tingle. When she looked down on it, the weapon had an eerie glow for just a few moments, then the light ceased.
    The farther she went the colder she became until suddenly she was out of the dense fog. She stopped, her lungs were gasping for air. She looked all around her for an easier escape route. The tall trees were massive in the stunning, clear, full moonlight. The foliage was thicker and fuller than the sparsely dotted forest she was used to. The air smelled cleaner than after a rain shower.
    Vicki had no idea where she was or which direction to flee in. Nothing was familiar and she spun about to face the man.
    Her sword was held tightly before her. When he came 19
    Valhalla Wolf [Viking Warriors Book 2]
    by Constantine De Bohon
    barreling through the mist he stopped and studied her for a moment. She knew she must look a pathetic sight. She was sobbing hysterically; her tears were streaming down her face.
    Her hands shook, one splayed in supplication before her.
    "Don't" she begged. One shaking hand lifted to wipe at her eyes, her vision obscured from crying.
    Her knees clicked together as he came closer. Again she pleaded with the huge man, feeling tired and so tiny and vulnerable. Her words sounded pitiful to her own ears as she cried harder. He said something she didn't understand and indicated the sword. She shook violently and could feel her nipples harden and she was mortified when she looked down at herself. She was nude!
    Oh my God where are my clothes?
    The man before her remained clothed. She was doubly vulnerable. His sword rose and his powerful muscles bulged.
    Vicki choked on a scream, he was going to kill her and she was too exhausted to fight anymore. She whimpered up at him—it was a strange sound she had never once heard emerge from her mouth. Her sword spiraled to the forest floor when she dropped it as she slowly sank to her knees and then side. Her head touched the forest floor gently as the giant brute before her stopped her rapid descent. Her eyes closed when his arms tightened around her and she fainted.

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    Valhalla Wolf [Viking Warriors Book 2]
    by Constantine De Bohon

Chapter 2
    Vicki was aware the man, Wolf—she thought his name was Wolf—was carrying her. To where, she had no clue. Each time her fearful eyes opened to look at him, he said something she didn't understand and she whimpered and buried her face within his neck. She hated this vulnerable, powerless feeling.
    Was this what Trisha had meant when she said guys could be spooky sometimes? Vicki hadn't understood her—not then.
    Trisha's boyfriend was only an inch taller than Vicki at five ten and his body was unimpressive. Then again Trisha was only five feet. Her boyfriend had ten inches in height on her and possibly sixty pounds. Perhaps being petite and weak wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
    Wolf spoke again and Vicki saw a cave or cavern come into view. He took her to a pool of steaming water and set her at the side. Though the air was warmer in the cave, the rock was slightly cold and she shivered and shifted when a pebble pinched her behind. She watched, open-mouthed, as he removed his clothes. Her eyes grew wider as he stripped his wolf pants off.
    She was frozen to the spot. His huge hardened cock sprang free. Vicki blinked hard; she had never seen a more impressive man. He slipped into the water, making a large ripple then reached for her. She shied back but was unable to pull away in time. Wolf pulled her in with him, lifting her under her arms as