Safe in His Arms

She wore a turtleneck underneath, and Hector couldn't pull it off. So, he pulled a combat knife from his back pocket.

Celine's blood ran cold. Tears streamed down her face.

"How much do you want? I can give it to you. Just please, don't use the knife..." she pleaded.

Hector smirked, planting one foot on her leg as he leaned forward. The cold, gleaming blade tapped lightly against her cheek.

Celine