Kidnapped by the hot beast

I whirled with a gasp. A prickly sensation covered my limbs as I struggled to breath in.

What was that!

It can't be. Can it?

He can't be here!

I blinked furiously and my vision adjusted to the dark figure in front of me.

Please tell me it's not him!

Anything just not him.

I whimpered quietly.

A fury look covering his face , his fists toughened at his sides while I could see smoke coming out of his nostrils.

That triggled alarms ringing in my head and I felt my legs weakening.

Why?

I was so carefull!

I never ever left this suffocating room!

Then why!

He stormed towards me, his wrath evident from his stomping steps.

I put my head down, my hair covering my face.

Its useless.

Everything I try, it's useless.

I should be running.

But I was exhausted. I just wanted it to end badly. The days of alarm, nights of dread rendered me impassive.

And what outcome there would be?

What guarantee was there that I would be able to escape him?

He would catch me again easily.

It was stupid to run from him in the first place.

I winced as his arm circled around my throat but didn't repulse.

"It was a bad move", he growled menacing.

I wasn't looking at him. His hand went to my hair and pulled a fist full of my hair, forcing my head up.