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Invisible
In the cool darkness, I felt the thick fingers belonging to the wolf wrap gently around my throat. The strength of those fingers as they constricted around my throat felt powerful, like he could break my neck without too much effort. I instinctively grabbed his meaty forearm, my own fingers digging into the soft fur of the lupine in a feeble effort to pull out of his grip. No such luck, his forearm was as thick as my arm, maybe thicker. He was stronger than me, and we both knew this important fact. "I'm going to kill you slowly," the lupine growled into my ear, his hot breath blasting across my face. A wild thought of Death being cold as the grave whipped through my mind when I heard him speak. It was a deep voice, not cold or emotionless, but warm and full of passion. Of revenge. I tried to squeak out an apology, but all that escaped my constricted throat was a rasp. This must have made the wolf grow angrier, because the already tight death grip around my throat got even tighter. "I don't want to hear your excuses. You knew what you did was wrong. Now you're going to pay. An eye for an eye." I knew what he was talking about. I thought there were no witnesses when I hit that young wolf. I had been in jail once, for shoplifting. I didn't want to go back. I was afraid, but that wouldn't last. Already, my vision was getting filled with swirls of colors around the empty air in front of me. I thought it had only been the wolf and myself during that hit and run. I was wrong. Sometimes, it's what you don't (or can't) see that causes you the most trouble. |