Just A Pinch Of Chaos (On Hold)
I try breaking free of the person's grip, but when I bite their hand, my back is suddenly pressed against the wall and my hands are being held in place above my head. The person's other hand was pressed against my mouth, once again.
My closed eyes open and grow wide as I study the face of my, what, attacker? He was gorgeous.
Oh, man. I'm starting to rethink my desicion of pineapples being the best creation on Earth.
"Be quiet, or they'll hear you." He whispers, his husky voice making me sigh.
'They'? Who's 'they'?
"Who's 'they'? Who are you? Let me go!" I whisper-yell, but it's also muffled by his hand.
"Just, hush. I'll explain later, beautiful." He whispers back, and I feel myself go red.
I decide to play it smart and obey, realizing that his body was pressed against mine, his legs trapping and preventing me from using my own.
Glancing over his shoulder, I spot a black car and two men who look like they're on steroids. They're shouting things at each other, all the while looking around the area.
That's weird . . .