"Alistair, stop! You're hurting me!" She cried out as she felt his teeth pierce through the tender skin of her neck. The moment his teeth punctured through, a sharp pain rushed through Hazelle's body. She struggled, but it was futile― Alistair seemed stronger than ever.
He clasped onto her, his newly grown hand suddenly gaining the strength of ten men. His grip was like steel, keeping her firmly in place no matter how much she protested and yelled.
Hazelle twisted and turned her body, trying to worm her way out of Alistair's hold. However, his teeth remained lodged in her. She could feel her head getting light and there was also the unmistakable smell of blood that was starting to fill the air.
No way… He actually drew blood!
"What the hell are you doing? Get off of me!"
