His voice sent shivers down her spine as she looked up at him, her body pressed to the cold floor, blood rolling slowly down her forehead, escaping from the wound she had caused herself when she had been tortured previously by one of the unforgivable curses. Nerissa pleaded with her exhausted, pained eyes for him to leave her alone, for him to pretend he had never met her and walk away from her- but those sorts of things didn’t happen in life, and Nerissa realized that when the merciless man explained his plans to her as if he were proud of himself for what damage he had already caused.
“Don’t touch me…” Nerissa ordered, but it didn’t come out of her mouth the way she wanted, instead, it sounded more like a plea for him to drop the bloodied knife and turn away. She used the last of her energy to scoot herself backwards until her back was pressed against the wall in a futile attempt to escape, but it wasn’t even possible for her to get up off of the floor let alone escape the vampire.
Nerissa felt the cold blade run across her skin, fallowed by a sharp stinging sensation that was a few seconds late. She tried to pull her arm away, only to find that in doing so, she had made the knife dig deeper into her porcelain-pale skin. She whimpered pathetically, “Stop…” but she knew it would do her absolutely no good at all.