Viviane
Turning to face my fate head on, my heart sinks when I see the rough looking men striding towards me. Every man has a hard and haggard exterior which exudes menace, and I hate the idea of facing them alone.
“Well, well, well.” The leader drawls, leering at me salaciously, “what do we have here? Aren’t you a pretty one?”
“What do you want with me?” I ask them nervously.
“What do we want?” He counters. “You were the one following us, not the other way around.”
“I was just curious.” I lie, “I saw you taking those girls, I thought maybe something bad was happening, but I realize now I was wrong. I’ll leave you to go on your way.”
I try to turn away, but a powerful hand clamps around my arm. “Oh no, it’s too late for that.” The man smirks, his nostrils flaring as he scents me.
