He smirked, his sharp canines showing as he shoved you to the floor. His eyes were slowly flooding with the intent to harm you. He leaned down, towering over your quivering body. He chuckled and kicked your gut. He lit up his cigarette before throwing it on you.

He spat, “You imbecile.” He laughed as his deep voice rang through the room. “What should I do with you, hm?” He stared down at your shaking body on the floor. His eyes gleamed, his cold stare penetrating you.