Eve hissed curling into a cocoon hastily. She could hear her father's grunt as he raised a chair above his head. Any moment now, he was sure to bring it down on her. The whole world was spinning. She could feel the bile rising in her throat.
"Tch. Like calls to like." The man said, grabbing her hair in his fist.
He pulled at it, forcing her to look at him. Eve stared at him wide-eyed, unable to breathe as she looked into a pair of dark brown eyes. Eyes that very much reminded her of her abuser. The stench of alcohol filled her memories, making her retch helplessly.
The man tightened his grip on her hair in irritation. "Your friend is by now food to the Darkators. Why don't you join her?" He asked, raising a fist above her head.
Eve clenched her eyes shut, dreading the moment it landed on her face. But it never came. Instead, she heard the tiniest buzz flashing past her through the floor.
"Aaaargh!"
