Romans & histoires Vicious Antonyms

It won't stop, I'm going to die. It is possessed by the hunt and promise of food, and it refuses to retreat. I continue to kick and thrash, and to pull at my rope. It pulls back so hard on my foot that my ass leaves the ground a few inches. It's like tug of war. It's going to tear my foot off. It isn't leaving without something. I kick it with everything in me, into it's nose and it releases it's hold long enough for me to free my foot. My blood coats it's guns, and it readies itself to strike again. It studies me, teeth barred as it looks for the most efficient spot to deliver it's next blow. I duck my chin on instinct as I it takes flight. It lands across my torso, mouth nipping my shoulde

How unfortunate! The hate her hazel eyes had for him infuriated him. Kevin wanted those eyes to have submission and fear rather than disgust and hatred. He could still feel the stinging sensation of her slap. Though physically it didn't hurt yet it was a tight slap on his ego, an insult to him that he was going to avenge. He's going to break her and nobody could save her. No one but him.

It hurts his heart but he can't . He couldn't step down from his car when he almost hit her, he can't let her come near him ,it hurts him to see her cause the urge to touch her keeps coming. He hates to hear her voice because he knows he would want to hear it again. He hate to see her because he was getting addicted to wanting to see her more He can't do anything. Why? Because he has Anthrophobia and it makes him have Derma Allergies . He can't touch people, he can't stand their sight and he completely stays alone .