"Kill him," Reaper repeated. His deep and dark voice resounded in the enclosed space of the washroom. Natasha stared at the man who had tried to violate her with the dagger in hand. She looked at Reaper who did not speak anymore but she could see the command that his eyes were giving to her.
She swallowed the Lump that had formed in her throat and took an unsteady step forward toward the scared Nate. He crawled backwards only to be stopped by the wall behind him. He couldn't bring himself to look at the eyes of the man who had just shown up and manhandled him like a weightless doll. It felt like he was looking into the eyes of death himself. He could feel his soul slipping away from him from the brief moment his eyes made contact with the man.
