68- Evil Micheal

Gretel rasped at the impact of the wall. Her body aches even more. She shifted backward and snapped her fingers together. She needed light.

But it didn't work.

They snapped then again, and yet, the same outcome.

She didn't even get the chance to rise on her feet before a pair of solid hands picked her from the ground and brought her to his chest. His fingers clutched her hair and tilted her head backward. His lips found her neck.

Gretel screamed.

"Shh," Micheal hushed as breathed in her scent. "Don't make any sound if you don't want me to take a bite. I'm very hungry, a taste from you would only make me desire everything." He warned.

"P-please… let me go," Gretel pleaded.

This other Michael loathed her, it's nothing new. He had tried several ways to have her killed. And here he is with her, alone.

He was brutal.