DEA
But Arthur was too bent on strangling Greg to even listen to me.
Greg’s feet shuffle barely touching the floor when Arthur lifts him up from the ground. His chest rises and falls wrong. His face is blotchy. Gone is the arrogant bravado on his face.
“You really think you can scare me? You are just bluffing,” Greg wheezes, trying to laugh. “We’re in public. You can’t do anything here.”
Arthur tilts his head slightly, just enough to make me feel the air thicken. “You talk too much for a useless prey,” Arthur says. “In my food chain, you are just a bottom feeder.”
His voice is calm in an almost bored manner.
Greg swallowed trying to laugh it off but failed loudly when Arthur’s claws dug into his skin making him bleed. “Let go, please,” he begged in a shaking voice. “You’re making
