I looked up, fighting against the rain to look into his cold blue eyes. I tried desperately to kick and scream, but the few hits that connected against his hard stomach and thighs seemed to hurt me and not him. Even standing as he was, he towered over me as if I still lay on the ground.
“Please, you’re hurting me,” I cried, feeling completely helpless.
“Why won’t you die?” His voice was so quiet and deep. It was like a tiger’s growl, powerful even in a whisper.