บท 39: Chained

My muscles clamped up in fear and I was stiffened in place like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on me. No. No. I didn't want that.

"Don't—don't touch me!" Desperation and terror forced another surge of adrenaline to consume me, and with a burst of unexpected strength, I wrenched one of my hands free from his grip and scratched him across the face, leaving angry, red lines on his otherwise perfect skin. 

He let out a startled yell, his hand flying to his face. He then paused and glared down at me, his eyes seething with fury and unbridled surprise.

He wasn't the only one stunned.

How had I been able to break free from his grasp? That was impo—