The fat man had released his cheeks, but it doesn't mean he was freed. He was still trapped by the people in the room, holding him down. Silas watches the fat man stroking his hairy, fat dick.
Then the sight of it brought a wave of disgust and nausea through him. If that man puts that ugly thing anywhere near his mouth, he won't hesitate to bite it off!
He watched the fat dick getting larger and bigger like a pumped-up machine, and the fat man heaved heavily, his chest rising up and down. He gets closer to Silas, and he tries to turn his face away.
But it was useless. His heart dropped with pure panic, and his arms tried to move, even though it's impossible. As soon as the dick looms closer to his face, closer to his mouth,.
He closed his eyes and felt his hair being pulled, pain flickering through his skull. The tip of the dick touches his lips, and he hears cries filled with fear, confusion, and terror.
PLAIN TERROR.
His hair was let go, and his heart pounded madly like a furious storm. He opened his eyes in confusion, and he saw a swirl of black shadow moving across the room. In one direction before moving to another direction. It was so confusing; it was nothing more than a blur of a shadow.
One man with a scarred eye cried out in fear, and he shouted loudly at the blurry shadow, "WHAT THE HELL? WHAT IS THAT?!"
Before he could scream out some more, the same black shadow went to him, and an awful snapping sound echoed in the room like a clap of thunder, and Silas was able to smell blood.
The man with the scarred eyes falls to the ground like a lump of potatoes, but that wasn't what had etched fear across Silas's heart. He wouldn't forget this, not in this lifetime.
The man's head had rolled off his shoulder; it looked like it had come straight out of a horror movie. The man's head was soaked in blood and skin. It rolled to the ground with the man's face etched in plain, raw fear.
The other people screamed like people do in haunted movies, and they went running in all directions, but the black shadow didn't let any of them go.
Silas felt his heart racing madly, and he felt so faint. He thought it wouldn't be a bad thing if he fainted. If he's going to die, he won't feel the pain of it. The shadow went from one man before killing it like an effortless thing.
Each of them fell to the ground like a dance of death, and more bodies fell to the ground with their heads rolling across the floors. Silas couldn't hold back his vomit and vomited across the ground. His throat burned like fire, and more stuff came out of his mouth. His eyes burned with tears.
He couldn't watch anymore, and he closed his eyes.
Before he knew it, the screams stopped. No one was screaming in terror, no more confusion, no more yelling, no more cries. No more snapping sounds.
Silas didn't want to open his eyes, his heart gripped in terror, and he begged to be killed quickly. He's deathly afraid and terrified.
"Silas."
The voice said in a low, calm tone, and Silas didn't recognize the voice. His mind and soul were completely terrified.
The voice didn't speak again but walked closer to him; his heart pounded each time he could hear the steps getting closer. It made him tremble, and he kept chanting under his breath, "Please... don't kill me... please..."
Silas felt a cold hand touching his cheek. It made him flinch hard, and he opened his eyes and saw pale white fingers in his sight. He let his eyes move further upward and saw the familiar woman before him. The vampire. Keira.
Keira wasn't soaked in blood except for her hands. She was smiling at him. There was no anger, rage, or anything on her face. Just a simple smile, like she didn't do anything out of the ordinary.
She asked him, "Are you okay?"
Silas was completely in shock. He couldn't speak. He looked around, but Keira grabbed his chin firmly, forcing his gaze on her. She said with a casual word, "Keep your pretty eyes on me, or you'll be haunted forever by what you see."
Silas knew she was telling the truth. Just the smell of blood is enough to make him feel sick. He didn't let his eyes move anywhere else except on her. She looked more like a beautiful demon in a nasty, awful room. Her long black hair surrounded her like a cloak, and her green eyes, like leaves, drew his attention.
She lowered herself to him, face-to-face, and she asked him with a smile, "Do you trust me?"
Silas swallowed hard, and his heart pounded crazily. His head ached so badly, and his left eye was sore and stinging. He said with a snort, "N-Not exactly."
She said with a simple smirk, "Smart of you, but you don't really have a choice."
She raised her hands to his cheeks; surprisingly, it didn't bring a wave of disgust like the fat man did. Her hands were cold. The cold of her hands was like an anchor. She smirked at him when she saw him leaning towards her.
Without warning, she lifted him into her arms, and Silas was completely caught off guard, and he said with a shout, "Wait!"
She ignored him and said a few words—a simple demand, not forceful or controlling. Just three simple words.
"Close your eyes."
Silas felt his heart pounding, and did she say? He closed his eyes, doing everything he could to ignore the dead bodies. It felt weird having a woman carry a grown man with such ease.
At the moment, he felt his body being moved, like gravity was sucking him. He could feel his body, his arms, face, hands, and everything was a blur.