Sabina, with her bloodied fingers, ripped my wrist as if she had rusted claws. Her grip was so intense that I could feel her heartbeat flowing into my veins and pulsating against my skin. Her eyes were not only crazed—they looked beastly, two unfathomable coals glowing in a face distorted with something more than rage.
Possibly anger. Or probably fright. The kind that only happens after experiencing too much death and still not being afraid of it, but not being indifferent either.
"What the HELL are you doing here OUTSIDE?!" Her voice resembled a blade that has been dragged across stone, raw and jagged. Several spots of spit struck my cheek, her breath hot and sour with a metallic tang of fresh blood.
"You will be gutted like this pig!" She pointed the unfortunates at the ground with her head.
