I knew him before, those bloody waves of red. This man— why was he here? The alleyway was riddled with empty bullet shells as his mean glare fixed itself on my own. "Looking at you from before I knew you'd be a troublemaker~." His deep voice bellowed in gentle awe, as if he was proud. "Never would I have guessed you'd walk— Right. In. My. Trap." With each word he approached. The light of the alley slipping away from behind him as I was backed in a corner.
With a rough grasp my chin was snatched up, now keep in mind I'm tall, but this man was taller. My eyes locked with his, anger bubbling in my chest. "No words pretty boy~?" I bit my tongue, moving my lips in a silent voice, "Go to hell you bastard." In seconds I was swooped around with my chest against the brick wall, my arm twisted at an uncomfortable angle behind my back.