(SCREAMING DESIRES)
LILITH’S POV
“LET GO OF ME.”
Offended, and more than irritated by the sudden appearance of the said hero that somehow is treating a damsel like some rag and a thing. I am pinned on the wall, both my hand up and tightly in his grip, with my back pushed unto the cold wall and somehow all into his mercy.
“Tsk! Fierce.”
He looked at me with lust and authority that I do not want to recognize yet my entire being is screaming at me to yield to what he wanted. Like I am slowly melting by those gazes and his hazel-like eyes, no, reddish eyes. Eyes that resemble the dawn, but have its authority towards me. An authority that I couldn’t defy, a thing that I hated more than anything, yet.
“We apologize.”
“We are.”
“Please spare us.”
My attention is taken back by the plead
