Rampage [BK#1 in Dark Creatures]

Part 1: Bex

     She screamed, flailing and writhing in vain. Desmond's hands clamped down on her wrists even harder, her hands flexing as the blood flow was stilled with his excessive pressure. She felt the tingle of numbness as her hands fell asleep. Bex shrieked and lurched forward, snapping her teeth at Desmond in a hopeless attempt to nip his nose. The restraints held her back, giving her almost no room to move. They were locked around her wrists and her ankles, four chains clamped against the iron bedposts. 

     "Watch it!" Desmond shouted, resisting the urge to pop her in the mouth. "Bex! It's me, you idiot! It's me!"

     Bex didn't seem to hear. She let out a low gurgling sound, like a wild animal, before she snapped at his nose again, her jaw nipping like a starved wolf in need of her meal.

     Desmond blew a lock of ivory black hair off of his sweat-soaked forehead, but it stayed where it was. "C'mon, Bex. I'm trying to help! I thought you said you'd know it was me!"

     "I do know it's you," I murmured, reaching out to brush the hair myself, but my hand simply passed through him as if it were the appendage of a ghost. "I'm so sorry, Dez. I'm so sorry."