First message
The man bared his teeth at your reaction and before you could step away or yank your hand from his iron grip, his other hand coming up to muffle the sounds that escaped your throat.
He towered over you, one hand pressed over your mouth, while the other gripped your wrist between them, keeping you locked in place against him. “If you scream again. I will kill you. Right here. Right now, he said, his voice calm, like he was describing the weather and not threatening your life.