Fallen Into Hell: Fallen: Book 2, Layna Snow [the mitten read aloud .TXT] 📗

her to. She needed to fight, to act, to run!

But she didn’t have time to fight. Not when that thing behind her wrapped a firm arm around her waist, pulling her back against his hard chest. Not when he covered her mouth with a rough hand. Not when his warm breath whispered—a low growl—into her ear. “Ah, ah, you don’t want to scream. Make a sound, and you’ll regret it.”

She would have screamed, wanted to, but ironically, she couldn’t. He wouldn’t hear her. No one could hear her. She didn’t have working vocal cords anymore.

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Oh, gosh. No.

She was so screwed! How did that saying go? Out of the frying pan and into the fire. That about covered it. But was she even out of the frying pan? Or had the whole thing caught fire?

This situation sure felt like it was going up in flames.

But no, she knew better than to let someone get the better of her again. She had almost died because of some jerk. She wouldn’t do that again.

If only she had her gun!

Geeze, she was not having a good day!

She could hardly think. And it didn’t help that the…thing behind her was giving off pheromones. It smelled amazing. Its touch was hot too, almost like a brand. Her body didn’t even seem to mind that it held her so close that it was difficult to take in a full breath.

Her body was also tightening for another reason, other than lust.

Fear!

It was swamping her, pulling her under its control. It tensed all her muscles, and made her heart beat faster.

She knew fear, was used to it. She knew that it made you freeze, made you protect vulnerable parts of your body. She had been in similar situations before. And now she knew how to push it back.

At least a little.

But still, she couldn’t think of a tactic to use. Couldn’t think beyond that instinct that yelled at her to struggle, escape.

The creature behind her was tall, his chest flat, hard, like bone. Its arms felt Human enough, but was definitely more dangerous than the thing in front of her.

She’d take it on any day, if she could be away from the one at her back.

The Demon in front of her had puny arms, no muscle at all. She could hurt it, if it didn’t claw….

Aaaannnd, her brain started working again.

At least a little.

Thinking of a plan, any plan instead of how she felt. How much she quaked inside.

Sophie had her arms free and realized that she could take advantage.

She hooked her fingers into claws and scratched at the arm in front of her. At the same time, she stomped on his feet.

The man just grunted, not even bothering to yell. His only other reaction was a tightening of his grip.

He didn’t even loosen his hold? After all that? Come on, dude.

That plan was flawless! With the tiny flaw of failure? Sometimes Sophie hated her inner voice.

“Stop moving!” he growled, and tried to get control of her arms with one of his.

But now she knew where his head was, knew that this might be her only hope.

Soph reached back and clawed at his face. Nails digging into skin.

This time he cursed, the sound loud enough to draw the attention of the being who had finished the sandwich.

It turned its little, bald head towards them. Its milky eyes not focusing on anything, but constantly moving.

And then its lips drew back, and Sophie shivered.

Shoot! This was not good. Not good at all.

The thing behind her took the opportunity to readjust his grip, this time taking both her arms at the wrist and crossing them over her waist.

The movement was so slow that she was unaware it was happening. Heck, she wasn’t thinking of him at all, too focused on the little monster coming towards her.

Because she realized that she had underestimated it. Just a tad.

It walked on four legs, although it didn’t seem to need to. It reminded her of a monkey. But not one of those cute little ones at the zoo. No, this thing was demented and malformed. And it was missing a tail. Not that she wanted it to have an extra appendage to torture her with. If she had her way, it wouldn’t be there at all!

But the thing kept coming, its halting pace eating up the ground between them.

And she was laid out like a buffet. The creature behind her had crossed their arms over her belly, which protected it, but she was still in front of him.

Like a weird Human shield. She’d die first, while he was able to get away.

Heck, it was probably strong enough to kill this little being in front of her. But it didn’t fight.

No! It just held her there like an offering. Darn, she might just be an offering. And she was standing there letting it all happen?

Come on, Soph. Do something!

But there wasn’t anything else she could do. He didn’t mind the pain of a crushed foot, and she couldn’t get her hands free to fight.

No, she was held tightly, and securely to his body.

Well, isn’t this awesome!

She was between the proverbial rock and a hard place. Well, the hard place was right. The rock… more like a tiny cannibalistic monkey boy.

Now’s not the time to get sassy, Sophie. You need to get out!

Yeah, her subconscious was right. She needed to find a way out of the situation, not comment about it!

Just as she was about to redouble her efforts on his feet, the tall thing squeezed her harder, as if in warning.

Darn! He must have felt her tense to attack.

But by now the thing was right in front of her. It must have been