Tan P.O.V
Babbun’s grip on me is tight. Tight enough that it feels like he’s breaking my ankle the more his fingers dig into my flesh. I twist and kick out with my other foot catching him on the side of his body. A growl fills the silence chilling my body, but his grip does loosen on my ankle that I manage to jump and get away from him. I breath hard as I stare at the leaves strewn on the ground over him.
For a few minutes I stare down at his protruding arm from the ground like a zombie. The ground shifts as he rising from the pile of leaves, his splotchy skins rippled as it returns to its normal grey colour.
God that was disgusting, I cringe as I stare at him.
He looks strong – highly muscled like a bull. I can feel the power coming off him in waves. He stares at me with his
