He caught my ankle, then crawled closer, his big body pushing me down. His red eyes burned into me with a lecherous gaze.
I fought like a cornered animal, slapping his face and kicking him with everything I had.
My mind went blank; panic settled in like a blanket.
When the man laughed, evil and sinister, his hands went to hold my wrist between my head.
I heaved heavily and glared at him.
His lips were twisted into a savage smile. "Don't blame me for this. Consider this bad luck for offending someone."
He bent close to my neck and sniffed, like, how does he do that? "Hmm. Your blood tastes magnificent."
I fought against his hold, and the man held me tighter. I glared at him and spat in his face.
A large liquid was smeared on his cheek. The man froze like he didn't know how to act.
He turned his head toward me and wiped his cheeks before grabbing me once again.
It happened so fast that I didn't get a chance to use this opportunity to escape or do anything at all.
