As he stepped forward slowly and calculated I stayed put, too afraid to run. Each inch he got closer my pulse picked up and my blood pumped so loud in my ears I swear the stranger could hear. Looking up at him he towered above me and I was extremely unsure of what to do, my hand gripped the handle of my hunting knife, not pulling it out yet.
The growl made my muscles tense and I stepped back "J-just... Just let me leave." I brokenly whispered as my hands shook. "I don't mean any harm.... please."
The breathing through the gas mask was heavy and deep, the fact that I couldn't read him or see his face was nerve-wracking, making my anxiety sky rocket but at the same time he deeply intrigued me. Swallowing thickly I hoped and prayed that this stranger was just putting on a act to scare me but my better judgment knew I was so fucked. Keeping my wild animal knowledge in mind my eyes never left the lenses of the dirty aged mask and I just tried to keep out of his arms length.
"P-please... Please." I whispered with my voice breaking weakly. Never in my life had I felt so helpless. "I want to go back to my truck, I won't tell a soul... I promise
He could hear her pulse, her heartbeat, the blood pumping through her veins... Everything. His sensitive senses were high on alert and the moment she took a step back he felt like something snapped in him, eyes pulling into a deadly glare.
Dark gaze snapping to her small hand on the handle of his knife. Some of her words were on contradictory with her body language. No harm yet she would strike too if he went on her.
That was new. Usually, they would run or scream. She was faceing him, she was afraid but she had courage and a certain fire... Females were the most confusing.
And confusing him made Mitch annoyed. With smooth and fast moves he was on her in an instant, pouncing on her, bug leather gloved hands grasping both her wrists and pinning them above her head on the cold concrete floor, snarling loudly in her face, his broad body on top of her.
Powerfull legs getting between her own, making sure she would put a dirty stunt on him.
Gask masked face hovered over her, breathing deeply into her scent, taking notes of each little detail of all the notes.
It was sweet but spicy.... Saliva running down his chin altough she couldn't see it.
Mitch felt his blood pumping through his veins.... Feminine.... Female... Woman.
The new instinct made itself known through his system.
The instinct of reproduction.