Alice's mouth opened for a scream as she was pulled behind the giant willow tree.
"Let me go!" she screamed as she tried to pry the person's hands away from her.
"Alice. Alice, relax. It's me," Grant said, harshly whispering, his hand covering her mouth.
"What do you want? Why did you drag me here?" she said, her voice muffled.
"Because this was the only way to talk to you."
"Well, I don't want to talk to you. Let me go right this moment," she said, escaping his arms and going away from behind the tree.
"You're not going anywhere, bitch," he said, dragging her back, her head smacking on the willow tree.
"You're going to stand here and listen to all I have to say," he said.
"You're not going to keep me captive and order me around, Grant."
"I am now shut your mouth." He said.
Alice went mute, her eyes darting around, looking for a means of escape.
