My Killer Mate

I pulled against the chains but they wouldn't break. Even my wolf would not come out when I tried to shift. Then 'He' appeared out of the shadows with a smile on his blood smeared face. If 'He' didn't have a knife and didn't want to kill me, 'He' would actually be cute.

I knew today was when I was going to die, and I couldn't do anything to stop it or give my self some more time.