Allison's POV:
"What – What are you doing?" I tried to stand up from the chair but Enzo's fingers interlocked with mine, didn't let me.
As Jacob gripped the knife firmly in his left hand and continued to smoke from the right, I couldn't calm myself down and kept squirming on the chair in restlessness.
"Please, please leave me," I cried. "What are you doing?" I implored while a swirling gray smoke escaped his mouth and he looked at me.
"You're not signing the paper. You're doing what you want to do. Now I'm going to do what I want to do." He warned, arching his eyebrow up while I shook my head fearfully.