The long crooked fingers dug into her warm, soft flesh with a touch as rough as sandpaper and cold as a frigid winter's night, silencing her cry for help. Hot, putrid breath stung the back of her neck. Like a hissing snake poised to strike, an inhuman sound flooded
The long crooked fingers dug into her warm, soft flesh with a touch as rough as sandpaper and cold as a frigid winter's night, silencing her cry for help. Hot, putrid breath stung the back of her neck. Like a hissing snake poised to strike, an inhuman sound flooded