"did you really think you could get away from me?"
You stand there frozen, mouth agape. Your arm might have been trembling if it weren't for his massive hand circling your wrist. It's firm, just shy of painful. You hadn't thought he was that massive before, but at this moment, you felt alarmingly small.
His bones felt more like steal. Your body felt as secure as cotton stuffing. He could tear through you so easily. The fact he hasn't yet so easily could felt intentional. Very very intentional. He's not letting you go.
"you aren't very good at this," his voice is rough, not angry, more so amused. Like this was a game. His eye glows something fierce, and it's like an oppressive force that grows heavier on your chest. To some extent, this is still him. He's aware. He's thinking. He's a brute handling you with a tenderness reserved for you.
Yet you only see red, that single dot capturing every little reaction and tremble. You are adored in his eyes. But you are also prey. His prey. It's an overwhelmingly frightening realization.
"even if you weren't runnin' 'round with your feet making the loudest little thumps-" he chuckles, it's really more of a low, deeply amused rumble, pulling you close. His entire body cages your form. You can't escape. You don't even try to. "you got the most distinct smell on ya."
"Horror..." it's a surrender, a reluctant one. You can't fight him. You don't want to. He's not hurting you, his grip is deliberate. It makes it so much better yet so much worse at the same time.
He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, taking a painfully long inhale of you and something like a purr erupts from him. As if you're being smothered by the most affectionate lion, the comparison settles in deeper as he rubs his face right under your ear.
This time, he growls, "it's like ya like bein' prey."
Your face feels hot. You can't tell if it's from his words or how he engulfed your entire body with his heat. You struggle to want to escape, at best you attempt at limp wiggle, but Horror corrects with barely any added pressure.
The message is clear. You stay here. You belong here. You can't run. He caught you. He'll catch you again.
"and good prey 's easy to catch," the timing almost scares you. It's like he could read your thoughts. You tremble whether with fear or something else you can't tell, he doesn't give you any more warning before sinking his teeth into your shoulder. Not drawing blood- leaving a mark..