Third Person POV
Rosalie could feel her heart hammering in her chest. She looked up at the man, her eyes wide with shock. He leered at her, his black hair slicked back, the muscles in his arms rippling as he kept them firmly pushed against the wall. She could smell his breath and it was potent, the alcohol almost making her gag. She swallowed hard, trying not to vomit or show her fear.
“Excuse me,” she said timidly, “please let me pass.”
He gave a low chuckle. She flinched. He deliberately licked his lips as he looked her over.
“Well now, aren’t you a pretty little thing” he muttered, eyeing her up and down “I bet your lips taste as sweet as you look” he added.
“I’ll scream,” she said shakily, and he put a strong hand against her mouth, his eyes gleaming, a wide toothy grin on his
