Preface:
Edited: September 27, 2012
Figures stalked toward her, surrounding her body until she was in the center, with her back pressed to the ground and her eyes alert with fright. Shivers racked her shoulders, and she glowered at the sole figure that loomed above her head with a broad smirk on his face. He snickered and allowed his eyes to wander toward the sky, where he could see the moon transforming into something larger: a full moon. His body drew energy from the moon, and he inhaled profoundly. He grinned, and Leah couldn't help but feel more terrified of him. He wasn't normal.
"Let me go," she growled.
"Never, my Leah," he murmured. "I worked too hard to get you, and I won't let you get away from me again. I was paid for this, but I've decided to reject their offer. With you, I can accomplish everything. They wanted a new possession, but they won't get it. You're mine."
He stepped on her wrist, relishing in the whimpers that escaped her lips. Closing his eyes, he focused on the structure of her hand and how it was crumbling under his touch. She couldn't stand the pain. Leah hoped he would come soon.
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Derron grabbed her entire head and slammed her against the floor. She yelped and clutched her forearms with her palms. Trying to escape, she placed herself on all fours and dragged her nearly limp body across the room. He chuckled under his breath darkly and stalked, much like a predator, toward her. Grabbing her cheek, he turned her around and stepped on her ankle, making her whimper. She tried to claw her way out, but it did nothing, except bother him. He dragged her body, making sure her body scraped against the floorboards. Derron grasped her entire body with both hands and lifted her off the ground, making her face him. He shifted on his feet, meandering closer to the bay window. She looked at the window and nearly cried out. He was going to throw her.
Chest heaving with energy, he clutched her closely and placed his body, with his knees touching the cushion on the bay window, almost outside the window. He grinned maliciously at her, watching her as she cried silently to herself, and threw half her body out the window. Desperately, she threw herself on him, but it was too late; her body was slipping away, with only her feet positioned on the actual glass. Her tears obscured her eyesight, and she began to pray under her breath.
"Now you want me, don't you? I don't repulse you now!"
She whimpered as she felt burly droplets of blood sliding down her ankles and down her neck. Her fingertips glided toward the glass, and almost against her will, she gripped the glass with all her might.