The blonde-haired stretched out his hand to grab my wrist, but I dodged it.
"Don't touch me!" I yelled.
"Oh, honey, don't be so tense." The snake-eyed guy grinned wickedly. "I promise that you're going to scream with pleasure right before you die. We'll do you good."
I took another step to the side. I knew there was an alley between the shelves behind me. I had to take a risk and run. On my left side, I saw a box of documents within my reach. I grabbed the box and forcefully threw it at them, and then started running towards the exit. Unluckily, my speed was limited because of the heels I was wearing.
"What on Earth made me wear heels with a strip on my ankle?!" I cursed my idiotic decision, which made taking the shoes off time-consuming.
The blonde-haired got to me first. He blocked my way as I was about to reach the door handle, then pushed me away from the door, knocking me off my feet. His strength made me fly against the nearest row of shelves and hit my head on a metal part of the shelf's construction. I touched the back of my head and noticed blood on my hand.
"You smell so good…" He inhaled the air while leaning over me.
He grabbed my hand and tried to lick off the blood. I hurriedly snatched my palm from him, then crawled away from him.
"Don't run, pretty." The blonde grabbed my foot and pulled me closer to him. "It's incredible that none of the nobles marked you. If they did, you wouldn't die tonight." He chuckled.
"W-what if I am m-marked?" I gambled, my voice shaking.
"But you aren't, pretty one." A sly smile appeared on the blonde's face. "If you were, we would sense it, and if you belonged to a noble, he would sense that you were in danger right away. Luckily for us, this won't happen." He snickered and crouched down beside me.
Suddenly, I saw a metal strip underneath the shelf next to me. It seemed sharp, and it looked like it was around a foot long. I knew that if I moved fast enough, I could grab it and use it as a weapon. I took a deep breath. I lied down flat, stretching my whole body so that my hand could reach the strip. Then I hurriedly tossed the strip towards the blonde. I managed to stab his stomach.
He snarled, looking at me, surprised. I guess he didn't expect a human to fight back. I knew that the strip wouldn't harm him too much, but it gave me just enough time to jump up and get to the door.
"Where do you think you're going?" The snake-eyed guy appeared, and grabbed my hair, pulling me away.
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