But she didn't care about valor； didn't give a rat's ass about courage。 Or about anything。 All she cared about was putting an end to the loneliness； the pain； the achingly empty sense of futility。
And the girl。 Ariel。 Down in the hateful silent dark。 For a while she remained poised for the fatal nip。 Between its solemn measured beats； her heart was filled with the stillness of deep water。
Then； without being aware of releasing the pinch of flesh from between her teeth； Chyna realized that her lips were pressed to her unbitten wrist again。 She could feel her slow pulse in this kiss of life。
The elk was gone。 Gone。 Chyna was surprised to see only darkness where the creature had stood。 She didn't believe that she had closed her eyes or even blinked。 Yet she must have been in a blinding trance； because the stately elk had vanished into the night as mysteriously as a stage magician's assistant dematerializes beneath an artfully draped black shroud。
Suddenly her heart began to pound hard and fast。 〃No；〃 she whispered in the dark kitchen； and the word was both a promise and a prayer。
Her heart like a wheel…spinning； racing…drove her out of that internal grayness in which she had been lost； out of that bleakness into a brighter landscape。 〃No。〃 There was defiance in her voice this time； and she did not whisper。 〃No。〃
She shook her chains as if she were a spirited horse trying to throw off its traces。
〃No； no； no。 Shit； no。〃 Her protests were loud enough for her voice to echo off the hard surface of the refrigerator； the glass in the oven door； the ceramic…tile counters。
She tried to pull away from the table to stand up。 But a loop of chain secured her chair to the barrel that supported the tabletop； limiting its movement。
If she dug her heels into the vinyl…tile floor and attempted to scoot backward； she would probably not be able to move at all。 At best she would only drag the heavy table with her inch by inch。 And in a lifetime of trying； she would not be able to put enough tension on the chain to snap it。
She was still adamant in her rejection of surrender…〃No； damn it； no way； no〃…pressing the words through clenched teeth。
She reached forward； pulling taut the chain that led around her back from the left handcuff to the right。 It was wound between the spindles of the rail…back chair； behind the tie…on pad。 She strained； hoping to hear the crack of dry wood； jerked hard； harder； and sharp pain sewed a hot seam in her neck； the agony of the clubbing was renewed in her neck and in the right side of her face； but she would not let pain stop her。 She jerked harder than ever； scarring the nice furniture for damn sure； and again…pull； pull…firmly holding the chair down with her body while simultaneously half lifting it off the floor as she yanked furiously at the back rails； and yanked again； until her biceps quivered。 Pull。 As she grunted with effort and frustration； needles of pain stitched down the back of her neck； across both shoulders； and into her arms。 Pull！ Putting everything she had into the effort； straining longer than before； clenching her teeth so hard that tics developed in her jaw muscles； she pulled once more until she felt the arteries throbbing in her temples and saw red and silver pinwheels of light spinning behind her eyelids。 But she wasn't rewarded with any breaking sounds。 The chair was solid； the spindles were thick； and every joint was well made。
Her heart boomed； partly because of her struggles but largely because she was brimming with an exhilarating sense of liberation。 Which was crazy； crazy； because she was still shackled； no closer to breaking her bonds than she had been at any moment since she'd awakened in this chair。 Yet she felt as if she had already escaped and was only waiting for reality to catch up with the freedom that she had Willed for herself。
She sat gasping； thinking。 Sweat beaded her brow。 Forget the chair for now。 To get loose from it； she would have to be able to stand and move。 She couldn't deal with the chair until she was free of the table。
She was unable to reach down far enough to unscrew the carabiner that joined the shorter chain between her ankles to the longer chain that entwined the chair and the table。 Otherwise； she might easily have freed her legs from both pieces of furniture。
If she could overturn the table； the loop of chain that wrapped the supporting pedestal and connected with her leg irons would then slide free as the bottom of that barrel tipped up and off the floor。 Wouldn't it？ Sitting in the dark； she couldn't quite visualize the mechanics of what she was proposing； but she thought that turning the table on its side would work。
Unfortunately； the chair across from hers； the one in which Vess had sat； was an obstruction that would most likely prevent the table from tipping over。 She had to get rid of it； clear the way。 Shackled as she was； however； and with the barrel pedestal intervening； she couldn't extend her legs far enough to kick at the other chair and knock it aside。 Hobbled and tethered； she was also unable to stand and reach across the big round table and simply push the obstruction out of the way。
Finally she tried scooting backward in her chair； hoping to drag the table with her； away from Vess's chair。 The chain encircling the pedestal drew taut。 As she strained backward； digging her heels into the floor； it seemed that the piece was too heavy to be dragged； and she wondered if the barrel was filled with a bag of sand to keep the table from wobbling。 But then it creaked and stuttered a few inches across the vinyl tiles； rattling the sandwich plate and the glass of water that stood on it。
This was harder work than she had anticipated。 She felt as though she were on one of those television shows devoted to stunts and stupid physical challenges； pulling a railroad car。 A loaded railroad car。 Nevertheless； the table moved grudgingly。 In a couple of minutes； after pausing twice to get her breath； she stopped because she was concerned that she might back against the wall between the kitchen and the laundry room； she needed to leave herself some maneuvering space。 Although it was difficult to estimate distance in the dark； she believed that she had dragged the table about three feet； far enough to be clear of Vess's chair。
Trying to favor her sprained finger； she placed her cuffed hands under the table and lifted。 It weighed considerably more than she did…a two…inch pine top； the thick staves in the supporting barrel； the black iron hoops around the staves； perhaps that bag of sandand she couldn't get much leverage while she was forced to remain seated。 The bottom of the barrel tipped up an inch； then two inches。 The water glass toppled； spilling its contents； rolled away from her； dropped off the table； and shattered on the floor。 All the noise made it seem as if her plan was working…she hissed； 〃Yes！ 〃…but then because she had underestimated the weight and the effort required to move it； she had to relent； and the barrel slammed down。
Chyna flexed her muscles； took a deep breath； and immediately returned to the task。 This time she planted her feet as far apart as her shackles would allow。 On the underside of the table； she flattened her upturned palms against the pine； thumbs hooked toward herself over the smooth bull…nose edge。 She tensed her legs as well as her arms； and when she shoved up on the table； she pushed with her legs too； getting to her feet an inch at a time； one hard…won inch for each inch that the table tipped up and backward。 She did not have enough slack in the various tethering chains to be able to get all the way or halfway erect； so she rose haltingly in a stiff and awkward crouch； cramped under the weight of the table。 She put enormous strain on her knees and thighs； wheezing； shuddering with the effort； but she persevered because each precious inch that she was able to gain improved her leverage； she was using her entire body to lift； lift； lift。
The sandwich plate and the bag of potato chips slid off the table。 China cracked and chips scattered across the floor with a sound unnervingly like scurrying rodents。
The pain in her neck was excruciating； and someone seemed to be twis