Its clawed hand dug into Angela’s hip, the sharpness of its grip cutting through the fabric of her pants and into her skin. With a sickening tear, the fabric gave way, exposing her flesh to the demon’s eager touch.
Her legs quivered slightly, but she remained standing, unable to resist the creature’s dominance. The sinister demon leaned in closer, the weight of its body pushing her face firmly into the wall, and whispered, “Your body will be mine, my sweet human treat.”
