To that, Ferid tilted his head questioningly, “What? No more struggling?”
“I can’t win against you anyway.”
“Well, that’s a pity. Killing an unresisting prey does not excite me.”
“Then let me run away.”
“No can do.”
“Then what are you going to do?”
“I’ll devour you.”
With that, Crowley was pushed to the floor. His hands were released, and his shoulders were grabbed on instead. From between Ferid’s crimson lips, sharp fangs sprouted. Those fangs drew close to Crowley’s neck.