Leilah's mind went blank, fear gripped her heart and her hand trembled. She reached blindly for the door behind her to no avail, she was standing too far away…
"I'm hurt, after all the trouble I went through to get to you. You're trying to leave before we even got to to talk." The man said then launched forward griping her arm tightly and yanking her toward him in a close embrace.
His face was close and his hands griping her arms were painfully tight she was sure they were going to leave a nasty bruise there.
His breath was waffling over her face, and she held hers is disgust as his smirk turned to a sneer and his eyes started wandering over her face.
"You're much more pleasant to look at than that father of yours. I'm going to enjoy looking after you from now on…" he said and Leilah's stomach crunched and rolled in disgust but she struggled to keep her composure as she glared at him.
