Demonia stared into Benvolio's eyes with murderous intend. Never had she hated someone so much in her life. The very thought that she was married to the man before her made her sick to her stomach.
He was much taller than her, perhaps 6'2 to her own 5'5. His body was lean, but made of rock hard muscles sculpted from his army career. Angry pinkish-brown scars covered his body from his neck down to his abs, disappearing into his cargo pants. His weapon, a sword, was slung across his shirtless back, daring all who looked at it. The black hilt contrasted harshly with his pale skin, Making him look even more dangerous than normal. Tossed up into a rush ponytail, his wavy black hair framed those deadly frosty blue and grey eyes to give them a look of disdain. Demonia, however, knew that a monster laid behind those eyes and it was only a disciplined facet that keep everyone from seeing its insanity.
Buh-bump.....Buh-bump.
Demonia skin suddenly broke into a cold sweat as she began to shake.
She began to blush furiously as tears slowly creeped to her eyes, she holding back a frighten cry. She violently pushed Benvolio's hand from her face so she could turn from his sight, not wanting him to see the tears.
But that didnt matter. From her body language alone, Benvolio knew he had won. All was left was to claim his prize.
Demonia turned before Benvolio laid his masculine hand on her again, running into the night. Tears drops trailed behind her as she ran for her very soul, never looking back for the monster.
You never looked back at the monster, it only made it worst once your fears finally catch up with you.
