Diana
“Mine.” I heard the word loud and clear. At first, I thought it was just a predatory growl or something that got stuck in his mouth.
But no.
He was uttering the word that claimed me as his possession.
And here, I thought I could finally be free.
“Just let me go,” I begged, not really even meaning it because I knew it was impossible.
He was in front of me now, and faster than I could blink. I closed my eyes and longed for the inevitable end. My heart raced faster than my legs had run, and I just hoped that he wasn’t the type that liked to play with his food.
I never thought about how I’d die.
I just knew it was inevitable one day.
“How do we do this?” he purred, his voice low and unnerving. It stiffened my spine.
I stayed silent.
“Slow and painful?” I felt a hot puff of air
