Stella
I don't know what to do. Evan has fallen onto his stomach, and shivers creep over his skin. It's like fever has taken over his body, and black blood veins appear everywhere on his skin.
What am I supposed to do?!
Does he need blood?
I hope it doesn't hurt to try!
"Hang on, Evan... I-I will give you my blood..." I whisper and bite my own arm to draw blood.
It stings, but I got to save him.
I'm unsure if this will help, yet I press my bleeding wound to Evan's mouth. But this time, Evan doesn't carefully lick me like every other time. He bites me, and I swallow a curse word.
"It hurts..." I whisper. "Nice and easy... Please..."
Evan doesn't hear me.
There is no nice and easy, only pain and torture.
His teeth sink into my skin, and I scream when he suddenly pushes me down
