He grabbed my arms again, pinning them back against the
brick behind me with a quickness I was not even able to register. As
I looked up at my hands pinned to the wall trying to discern a way to
break his hold, he placed his mouth against my neck as if to kiss it
sensually, causing my skin to crawl. It was not a kiss I felt the next
instant however, but exquisite pain as those long white teeth thrust
themselves viciously into my neck.
Let me tell you, no pain in the world compares to having
fangs sunk into the tender flesh above one’s jugular. I could feel those
teeth sinking into my neck, like an ice pick shoved viciously into the
muscle. A scream burst forth, but my attacker clasped his hand over
my mouth once again, blocking all sound. I could feel my energy
leaving me, as well as my will to fight. But fight, I knew I must.
Fight or die.
Struggling against his clenching grasp on my arms, I was
unable to free myself; as if the hands clasping me were made of steel. I
could no more cause them to release me, than I could have stopped the
jaws of a wild cat from ripping me apart.
As the strength flowed from my body, consciousness fled me
and I started to spiral down into darkness, which seemed eager to
reach up and pull me in, like a long lost lover. Just when I thought
the darkness would swallow me whole, the pain gradually receded.
The downward spiral seemed to reverse itself as I tried to hold on to
what consciousness I had left.
“Hello again, my dear Ayaka.” Lazarius smiled,
unconcerned with my struggles to free myself from his
mental hold over me.
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