Note: this chapter contains abusive content and insinuation of rape, it is not explicit but for those who do not like reading such content you can skip the chapter.
His other hand slowly moved towards the hem of her shirt but she held his hand before it could touch her skin, with determination in her eyes.
"Don't you think of it, I had rather die than let you touch me," she hissed threateningly but not enough to scare him especially when the drug he injected into her is already kicking in.
He loosened the grip on her neck realising the worst he could to her is rape her in her weak state.
He became excited at the thought of it, he had taken a liking to her at the club but now he didn't think he will have to chance to devour her and completely ruin her.
He didn't struggle to pull his hand away from her grip because he could tell she won't be able to hold onto it for even a seconds longer then that will break her.