My breath was caught in my throat, I struggled to form a coherent sentence before the man, who'd held me up against a brick wall, in a dark alley, much against my own will. The light that radiated off of the streetlamp illuminated his eyes.
Eyes, that bore a fierce fire within them.
His moist crusty fingers withdrew from sealing my lips and advanced to my throat, pinning me tighter as though he was scared that I may run away from his grasp.
His breath hit my shoulder as he dug his head into the crook of my neck, engulfing me.
Where did his scar go?
Hearing the drunken men pass by our alley, their lewd words spilling out their dirty mouth his the tall figure shadowed over me, camouflaging me under his own form. Once they'd passed, the strange man pulled away.
His face was the replica of the King.
He stood back, the weight of his torso being lifted Everything from his eyes to his chin, carbon copy of the King's.
