Before she could rethink her words, he forced his hand on her chest. Her skin started to scream under the heat of his melting hands, her veins throbbing in her throat. His expression went blank as if he felt no remorse. The hairs of her arm began to singe and melt deep into her sweat glazed flesh. Her heart started to beat harder and harder, faster and faster, each beat feeling closer to the surface of her damp shirt. She squeals in pain as he smirks deviously and pulls away. She collapses under her own weight in shock and stares up at her tormentor in disbelief. He kneels down to her weak, icy body and slips a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her weak, grey eyes fall in defeat as he curls his finger under her chin and lifts her gaze up to him. His face grows closer to hers as his crooked smile stops an inch from her pale, swollen lips. He opens his mouth slightly, only to tauntingly chuckle under his breath "Don't join the pack if you can't run with the wolves."
