"Let me go. You're hurting me." "Sweetheart, I'm never letting you go. " Mason says with a grin. My face turns to horror. Then lifting the iron rod, I slam it into his face and run from him. I hear his laugh, and suddenly he is there grabbing me by the waist and stroking my hair as he whispers into my ear, "Don't worry little angel, I'm never going to let you go, and soon enough, you'll be begging for me not to."