Her Demon

Chapter Two

I could hear that they were walking over to me. They did not bother running which made my blood turn cold. They knew they were going to get me, so much so they did not even run.

I look down and see the glass pieces that costed my fate and quickly pick the largest one up. I turn around to see a tall, lanky man walking towards me with a knife. He twist the knife around in his hand, locking his dull eyes into mine and smirks.

So I smile back.

The mans eyes widen while he almost trips over himself. My smile grows at him, knowing I can win. He quickly regains his posture and starts to move faster to get me.

My hand squeezes around the glass shard as I feel blood running down my finger tips. I relax my body purposely to insult the lanky man. It works since he snarls at me, showing me his yellow teeth.

Then he lunges.

Anticipating this, I step aside and quickly crouch low, slashing his Achilles' tendon. The man screams out and falls to the ground grabbing the back of his foot.

I go to run but suddenly I am yanked back and thrown down the alley way. My head slams into the ground and small black dots fill my vision.

"Help us please!", The young woman from the covered screams in my ear. I scowl at her and push myself up the wall in a sitting position.

The lanky man is still howling in pain as the other man with the knife is looking at his foot, "kill that fucking bitch!"

I can hear their leader walk closer to me so I grab anything around me which happens to be a glass beer bottle. I glance up as he stands right in front of me.

He is a very handsome man, one of the best looking  I have very seen. His brown eyes glare down at me but his lips are pulled up in a smirk. His facial features are sharp and intimidating.

My heart starts to race, but it was not from knowing this man was going to kill me. It was from the thought of him touching me. My stomach starts to twist and I knew I was seconds away from throwing up. Thinking about the mans hands touching me is making me sick.

People who are allowed to touch me go too far. No man knows when to stop. Powerful, strong men are the worst when it comes to touching me. They love to feed off my struggling but soon it starts to piss them off when they see I am not scared.

I just hate psychical contact.

"Has anyone ever told you to mind your business?" He sneered at me.

My legs twitches, wanting to run but my mind does not have the energy for it. It is weird that my body still has a need to live but my thoughts could care less if I die.

"Yes Sir." I reply lowly. My voice coming out raspy and broken. I reply the way my father has taught me how to talk to men. They are above me and deserve my respect, he has burned into my brain.

He looks at me surprised but then back to looking like he could care less, "do you know what I do to little girls who do not mind their business?"

I glance up at the woman next to me seeing her trembling but there is hope in her eyes since all of his attention is now on me. I look back at him seeing him raise his eyebrow.

"It seems like you kill them Sir." I stated.

He looks at me with frustration, "well do you want to die?"

My leg twitches again and I think about the ways he might kill me. I wouldn't care if he killed me with a gun or any other object if he did not have to touch me.

"It depends on how you kill me Sir." I said but I can see that answer builds more frustration in his eyes.

He looks over at the man and woman before his eyes come back to me, "I like to take chances in life, it makes it more interesting. So I am going to let you go-", he got cut off by the crying men saying that was not fair. He looks at him before backhanding him so hard I could hear that his jaw dislocated.

"As I was saying, you are free to go." He stated wiping the blood off his hand.

I slowly get up from the ground and he is still so much taller than me. He could easily take what ever he wanted from me. When I see that he isn't going to move towards me, I start to walk away and pass his men, "but if I you tell anyone about this you will be dead." He says. I nod my head not turning around and pick up my bags. I stop when I hear his voice for the last time.

"Just know I will always be watching."