The bleeding blonde girl on the ground did not want to die. She wanted to go back home, back to her mama, but the chaos around her was just too much for her to bear.
With her throbbing and bleeding forehead, where the blood had rolled to her lids and, by sheer stroke of luck, avoided her eyes, she lay on the ground, hearing the sounds of the fight around her and being unable to move after that hideous creature had dropped her on the ground for the fourth time now.
Whenever she tried to run away, he would reach and catch her by the neck and lift her off the ground, and when his others came at her to get her, he would drop her not so gently and go back to fight them off. He fought like the monster he was, and he terrified her as much as she loathed him.
