Threat- Chloroform- One Woman Who Was Attacked ... Official

Maya stood in the middle of the room, shaking so violently her teeth chattered. The pepper spray canister was hot in her palm. She didn’t look at the body. She looked at the handkerchief on the floor, still damp, still sweet. Two feet from her pillow.

Then she smelled it. Sweet. Cloying. Like overripe pears soaked in nail polish remover.

Her college chemistry, the one class she’d nearly failed, suddenly became the most important thing she’d ever taken. Chloroform. Not the movie version where a rag over the face drops you in two seconds. The real thing. Slow. Creeping. A lullaby in chemical form. Threat- Chloroform- One woman who was attacked ...

Maya slid one hand, slow as a glacier, under her pillow. Her fingers brushed the cold steel of the pepper spray her brother had given her after the break-in down the hall last year. Useless against chloroform, she thought. The stuff worked by inhalation. If he got that rag near her face, she had maybe fifteen seconds of struggling before her limbs turned to wet sand.

She breathed. For the first time that night, deeply. Maya stood in the middle of the room,

The figure stepped closer. She heard his breathing—ragged, excited. He wasn’t a professional. Professionals didn’t savor the anticipation. He was a collector of fear, and that was his weakness. He would want to see her eyes open first.

It was the hush that woke her. Not a noise, but the absence of one—the soft click of a lock, the sigh of a floorboard that had just been stepped on and had settled back into place. Maya’s eyes snapped open in the blue-dark of her studio apartment. She didn’t move. Her breath, shallow and controlled, fogged the air. The heater had clicked off an hour ago. She looked at the handkerchief on the floor,

Maya erupted from the bed not backward, but forward . She didn’t run for the door. She drove her skull, hard, into his sternum. The air left him in a wet, percussive grunt. The chloroform bottle flew from his hand, spinning end over end, splashing its contents across the floor and his own jacket. The chemical reek doubled.