But the sound of heels on the floor resumed. Closer. Closer. It is now directly behind the head. She tried to turn her head, but she could not see the owner of the boot, and the movement caused excruciating pain. Then Samantha felt someone's breath on top of his head and two hands in gloves, slipping between the bars of the back bed, wrapped around both sides of her face; she was half dead with terror. Hands stroked Samantha's face, thumbs caressing her cheeks and corners of the mouth, then slid down the cheeks to the throat. Black leather gloves was cold and pleasant touch was surprisingly sensual.