“The more you fight, the more it hurts.” He warned, as his grip tightened around my neck. The tears welled up in my eyes as his teeth slid across my throat. I couldn't fight any longer. I was lost to the darkness.
Kaleb Swann stood at a distance, his stormy gray eyes studying the quaint farmhouse. Arriving on the scene was a van with COUNTY CORONER printed in bold black letters across its doors. COPYRIGHT: Dupre&Lauden