forum Futuristic little red riding hood (O/O)

Started April 12, 2020 by @MusicElle-is-here

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The man smirked a little bit, and ducked to one side.

Elissa tried not to give away how much that irked her as she turned, though it was written across her face.

He managed to grab ahold of Reagan's arm, dragging them to him and putting a warning hand around their throat. Reagan stared at Elissa with wide, frightened eyes.

Elissa watched helplessly, racking her mind for a way to get Reagan away from the man. “Let them go,” she hissed, trying to stall while she figured out a plan.

The man's grip only tightened.

Elissa’s eyes darted around like a trapped animal’s as she went through some ideas in her head. She had to find a way to get his hands off of Reagan.

Reagan was standing stock-still with wide, frightened eyes, staring at Elissa in a panicked manner.