Chapter 77: Just Like Old Times

"Sure." I smirked. "Come here. I'll make sure to CASTRATE you as soon as you get inside." I hissed and struggled through my restraints. "Who knows I might have teeth down there." I scowled.

He stopped and leaned over me. "You talk big, but look at you." He grinned vulgarly. "You can barely do anything to defend yourself." He grinned licentiously. He lunged at my neck and his teeth sunk into my skin. His morbid stench of musk and sweat was putrid and bile rises to my throat with a chill running down my spine. Fear ran through to the tips of my fingers and I screamed, struggling to free an arm, a leg, anything. I couldn't even headbutt him.

"I'm going to kill you!" I screamed and struggled.

"Let's see you try." He was breathy and it smelled horrid, like he has never brushed his teeth in his life. He pulled and tugged at my clothes, ripping them and exposing my breasts.