Peytonjacks Stories

"You will help me," Jack's voice had turned velvety smooth, like melted chocolate. His rasping was no more. I shook my head. "No!" I screamed, moving side to side in an attempt to escape. My hands felt like they had no blood in them, no life. I felt vulnerable, weak, defenceless. I felt small against this monster of a human. He got out the tool. He got out the Soulkill.