Water sloshed around in the bathtub wildly as the man, a barbarous glint darkening his eyes, rose to his feet; shameless in his nudity just as he was about his anger. My face paled, all colour draining from it as I slowly backed away from him. It was freaky to know that I had influenced this—this savage, beastly dark side.
My back hit the bathroom door, and as much as I wanted to close my eyes to shut out the stalking man, I wouldn’t break eye contact with him. I was afraid that if I were to look away he’d do something rash; snap my neck, break my jaw, punch his fist right through my stomach. I knew he was able to inflict serious damage, and that wasn’t limited to me.
My hand blindly reached for the doorknob, but the man wasn’t having it. “Don’t touch that f*****g doorknob,” he snarled.
