Whispering Graves

His dark brown gaze ensnared her like shackles, gradually twisting her insides until she was defenseless and ready for the kill-and that was before the hard hit on her back even started to hurt. But he refrained from attacking the detective in the same way he had the others. "What are you waiting for, asshole?"

While the detective strained, she fought against his firm grasp, but all he gave her was further muscle. "Aren't you going to snap my neck or beat me to death like those innocent women?" The icy voice of the detective made the big guy shudder, and he said, "If you know what's good for you, get the fuck off this case." He didn't sound like your average big guy-his voice was deep. Even standing very close to him, the investigator could only make out the tip of his button nose and full, pink lips due to the hoodie's low placement on his head.

While gazing at the devil, Josephine felt a little chill go down her spine and her pulse raced a little faster. Bastard, you're going to have to put in more effort than that. I will destroy you; once I'm done with your psychotic ass, you won't be able to breathe with a policeman down your neck." Matteo sighed in annoyance before shoving her back against the rusted big pipes, forcing the investigator to shout out in agony and collapse. While she was preoccupied suffering through the intense agony in her lower back, the enormous guy managed to get a hold on her shackles and lock her.