A bloodcurdling scream traveled from the fourth floor to the tenth. Evelyn Ford kept her eyes closed, but her hand rested on the doorknob. She was like a lioness poised to strike, waiting for the perfect moment.
"Don't kill me! I know who has food in their apartment. I can tell you."
A pair of filthy, stinking hands gripped Luna Rhodes's neck and lifted her off the ground. The man's eyes roamed wantonly over her body as he let out a wicked laugh.
"Is that so? I'm not interested in finding food right now. I'm more interested in you."
Luna Rhodes trembled in fear. Her neck was constricted, her face turning crimson as the whites of her eyes began to show.
