Phoenix Maplewood bad moon rising

She mistook the snap of teeth as something playful, but his jaws closing around her muzzle, pushing her away, left no doubt. Hurt shining clear in her eyes, Lily took one, two, steps back, brow furrowing as he spoke. Why do you want from me? His voice was pained; she was not the only one feeling that emotion, here.

"I. . .I don't know," she stammered, shrugging as she blinked apologetically at the man. "I mean. . .I want you. I saw you and you spoke and. . ."

It sounded stupid. She sounded stupid. Shifting her paws awkwardly, Lily warded off hot tears pooling in the corners of her eyes, feeling unbearably foolish. "Sorry," she muttered, wishing very much she could turn and run without looking like the world's biggest idiot.

And yet, she did not want to leave him. She was a fly, caught in his web. A fly that wanted to crawl straight inside the spider's mouth, enjoying every second of being devoured. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she kept her gaze on the ground, unable to look at him.