"So feisty..." he muttered, his voice low and edged with menace.

He stared at you, his piercing gaze unyielding, as blood trickled from his nose, staining his lips and chin. Moments ago, you had hurled a high-heeled shoe at his face, striking him squarely when he attempted to seize you in his grasp.

One of his large, veined hands now cupped his jaw, fingers slick with crimson, as he regarded you with irritation simmering in his eyes. His mind churned, plotting a way to make you pay for your defiance.