Myfi stood frozen in fear, whispering desperately, "Please...no..." She wanted badly to struggle, but knew that he would only hurt her worse. Her brown eyes were wide in extreme terror as her skin paled to sheet white. Tears were flowing down her cheeks as her heartbeat raced. The selkie was shaking violently and her legs suddenly felt weak, as if she couldn't hold herself up. The girl shut her eyes tightly, trying so hard to convince herself to run away, but the draw of her pelt kept her in her spot, not allowing her to escape. Even if she could have, she doubted she would have gotten very far.
She could feel the warm blood of the man's victim dripping onto her skin, smell the scent of death all around them, and knowing hers would probably come soon enough but not before he was finished with her.