Suddenly he releases my chin and instead places his hands on my shoulders forcing me to remain motionless.
He raises one hand and runs it through my hair as he stares right into my eyes and smirks at the fear which instantly floods me. This time I'm not just afraid for my safety. I'm scared of what he might do. And that scares me even more because, as I stare directly into his crimson orbs, I can't help but wonder:
Who exactly am I dealing with? And why is it taking me so long to notice?
He lowers one hand, reaches forward with the other and takes both my left and right wrists in a vice grip. As his skin makes contact with mine, he presses down lightly and forces them up between us.
"You're mine." He states bluntly.
For a moment or two, I stay frozen in place completely unable to process what's happening before I hear myself speak.
"Wha... What are you doing?"
