Spoiler
Hey, I'm not sure what this is. At first I thought it was a prologue, but now I'm thinking that I won't do much else with that emotion. I know it probably doesn't stand on its own, but let's give it a shot, yeah?
“Why?” he asks. His voice is harsh, cracking and growling in a way that I’ve never heard before. He grabs handfuls of hair above his temples and scrunches his face in pain.
I tremble, my muscles tense against the cold linoleum floor. I try to crawl back away from him, but my back’s against the wall. There are people in the room over, if they would only hear me. I open my mouth. He swoops down, grasping the lower half of my face in a claw-like grip.
He squats down, his face level with mine. My sneakers slide across the grimy bathroom floor. His sickly orange eyes grow in my vision. His body has made a cage over mine and I know there is no escape. I start to pray with stumbling tongue and clenched jaw.
"...Thy Kingdom Come. Thy Will be done..."
He shakes his head. “I’m not going to hurt you, Kate.”
