Ryan's grip tightened around Sherry's hand as she reached out to touch the wall again.

Perhaps it was her way of showing her resentment. Letting Ryan know that he could not control each and every step of her movement. She tried to pull her hands away from his iron grip, obviously, without any success.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Sherry looked up at him, her eyes flashing. "I'm trying to find a way out of this," she said defiantly.

"There's no way out,not untill I say there is" Ryan replied, his tone cold and final.

Sherry pulled her hand away from his grip, and...