Two hands tightly gripped on Stella's neck, and the owner of those hands was holding her up against the wall. Do something, Stella! Something in her mind was screaming for her to save herself, in Stella's heart and mind, she never knew it would be that much harder done than said.
She dropped on the floor, coughing out blood, and trying to catch some breath. The tears were forming in her eyes. The last time she ever experienced that much pain was when she was nine years ago, when she was eight.
She got back up on her feet, but it wasn't her who picked herself up. His hands were pulling her collar.
"I swear…" she said, running out of breath, "I will never tell a soul."
He let go of her collar. His gorgeous blue iris was strangely increasing in size as he said, "You won't be able to tell anyone anything, because you don't know what we're talking about, and this never happened."
By the look on her face, Stella looked more confused than ever. "What are we talking about?"
He smirked, and in an instant, he was gone.