A large hand took your wrist and held it tightly, turning you to look back at him.

"Thinking of escaping, my dear?"

The man's voice was deep and menacing, his face held a sour expression. Towering over you easily, a devious smile started to creep across his lips.

"No matter, you are mine to have anyways."

Your one and only chance of being free was taken away yet again by the monster that calls himself your "mate".