Anna Kavan. Ice (№ 126707)

He came closer and touched her. He smiled, but his voice and behavior was the threat. She jumped, obviously not wanting to go with him. He took her hands as if in a friendly but in fact has become a force to pull her through the huddled herd, gawking at the passengers. She never looked up, and I couldn't see the expression on her face, but it was able to imagine his iron grip on her thin wrists.