Julian Alchemises What Wounds Her Into Art

The wounds ran deep. She crashed her way through the undergrowth, the lantana grabbing her clothes and scratching her skin. In the darkness she could see nothing but knew she was not alone. She had lost all sense of direction but knew that she was going down the mountain. Clutched in her right hand was the package that had caused all the problems. He had arrived late that night with a shotgun and a hunting knife, which he had held against her throat.
"Where is it," he said, "give it to me and I'll go the way I came."
"I don't know what you're talking about." She had said. She had worked too long and hard to give up now. She was close to the finish line and wasn't about to hand it over, no matter how threatening he was. It was well hidden, and without her it was worthless.

The scene ends with the helpless woman being held against her will with a knife at her throat. The man is in shadow and we cannot make out his face. The room is small and stylishly furnished. It is dark outside.