Swiftly, Ezra brought his hands together, clasping them around Daphne’s hands before she could strike him. Visibly trembling with wrath, he twisted her arm to the side. She grunted at the retaliation, Ezra having the upper hand as he grasped her wrist securely before rotating it back effortlessly.
Krrkrr!
Daphne’s scream tore through the hauntingly calmness of night, piecing into my eardrums. But only lasted a moment for another belt out. Ezra, in a blink of an eye, caught the knife in her and with a rapid motion, lodged it into her left thigh before yanking it out. The look on his face as he pierced through her flesh made all the blood in a veins drain, eyes widening on the insanity of it all.
Help! I should help! Move! I should move! Do something! Why can’t I move? Why?!
Daphne bent
