Silas' hand shoot past Jessica's head, barely grazing her cheek as it stabbed through the tree behind her.
She looked at the hand with an ounce of fear, before looking back into the emerald eyes of the man who had attacked her.
Her heart was beating out her chest, while her breathing rate had become so high that it would have probably been considered hyperventilation.
Maybe, if she wasn't injured, she would have survived... but right now... Right now she didn't know how to feel.
She was scared.
She was helpless.
And in front of such a dominating aura, she couldn't help but cry a little.
"P-Please... I don't want to die. Who ever you are, please don't kill me." She cried out in a whispered voice.
She felt like crying out for help would only quicken her death, and the chances of people being out at this time were extremely low.
