*Esmerelda*

I recoiled at the vile sensation of Richard’s cold tongue upon my neck. I kicked and punched his chest with all my might, but it was about as effective as hitting a brick wall.

“Let me go!” I screamed, terrified. My heart threatened to rip itself from my chest.

But Richard did not relent in his grip. I felt the sharpness of his fangs next. I was not ready. I did not want to die, not like that.

Suddenly, something slammed into Richard and knocked ...