Arielle moved away from him as much as she could, it was a big room anyway, he looked scary, like a wounded lion and he was rubbing the spot she had bitten, she feared he would attack her any moment and she didn’t have anything to defend herself with.

“What do you have in your mouth? Razor? How can your teeth be so sharp?”

He asked. His voice was a lot calmer than he looked and even though she knew she shouldn’t be, she relaxed just a little.

“You asked for it, non of this would have happened if you just let me be,”

“I can’t do that, you belong...