by Jun the Writer
He allowed the man to overpower him but unsurprisingly, he squirmed and struggled beneath his weight; this was his first time and his struggling only made the man more aggressive.
“Hold still, boy.” the man grunted; his voice was loud and forceful, and Terry began fearing for his life.
The man pushed him harder down on the bed, licking his lips. “I’m s-sorry.” Terry said, stuttering. His hand landed square on the man’s face with a loud smack. His fingers dug deep into the man’s face and he pulled, tearing skin from flesh in an explosion of blood.
And as the man screamed recoiling in horror and pain, he saw the boy licking his lips menacingly, bearing sharp teeth that gleamed and shined like a flash of silver moonlight.