"So it seems I've finally managed to get my hands on the little princess Killian's always been protecting." He clutched your chin firmly, his long fingernails scraping against your delicate skin.

With a gesture of dismissal, he sent the gang members away, leaving the 2 of you alone. His crimson gaze shifted downwards to your neck, "How lucky he was," he mumbled, "such fine stock.. all to himself."

"And now", he said, his nails dragging from your chin toward your neck, "all mine."