I gasped for air but I tried my best to cover my dignity. Even when I knew it was all over, I just refused to let down without a fight.
"No" I cried.
Trying to hold the ripped cloth to cover my body, Brook gripped my throat. His claws slowly dig into my neck, choking me so that I could barely even make a sound. I fear I would die and worst, I felt like I would suffer for long because as a werewolf, I heal as I get the injury.
Worst, I heal very slow.
Staring at him straight in the eyes, I tried to plead.
My lips quivered but only faint air could escape my lungs. I tried to say something, I just kept trying!
Maybe he could see the tears gathering in one of my eyes and let me go but I was joking. He released his grip for a few seconds and flashed me a fangy-grin.
"Al-Al-pha Brook?".
