"You don't have a say in this, whether you want to or not."`` I snatch my arm from him, directing a dark gaze up towards him, and a noticeable shiver runs across his shoulders. A panicked expression comes across his face for a moment before the anger begins to fill and smother all over his face.
I feel something strum in my body and my eyes widen as I let out a small noise of realisation. I feel his arms wrapped tightly around my neck, but they haven't made contact. It already feels like I'm suffocating. He's intimidating. So very intimidating. . .
"Don't!-" I watch him turn his eyes to a sudden cry of protest, and it gives me enough time so reach my arms up, and stab my relatively long and sharp nails deep into his hand. Just barely enough to draw blood, however.