The man's sinister voice sounded as if it came from Hell.
The next second, the man dragged her back into the alley.
Overcome with terror, every hair on Holly Sinclair's body stood on end. She instinctively thrashed her hands, scratching at the man.
In an instant, she'd drawn several bloody scratches across the man's hands and face.
SLAP!
"You bitch! You dare scratch me?!"
Enraged, the man swung his arm and slapped Holly Sinclair across the face.
Holly Sinclair saw stars, her ears ringing from the force of the blow.
She collapsed, and for a long moment, she couldn't get her bearings.
"Tsk... Not bad at all. Looks like I'm getting lucky tonight."
The man grabbed Holly Sinclair's chin. In the dim light, his eyes devoured her exquisitely beautiful face, filled with greedy amazement.
'This woman is gorgeous!'
'He'd never seen anyone so beautiful. A goddess, maybe.'
'And her skin... so soft and smooth, it looks like it would bruise with the slightest touch.'
