Allison simply turned and walked out of the room. And that was when it happened. She was ushered back in with a knife to her neck.
The knife was slick and it curved in such a manner that it as obvious that one fluid motion was all it would take to rip her neck off.
To make matters worse, she was currently without her innate magic. meaning that Allison at the moment was not even afforded the common heeling that Werewolves were known to have. transforming to her werewolf form was out of the matter.
then again, that did not mean that she was without any combat skill whatsoever. But the person holding the knife to her neck was similarly skilled.
"Are you going to continue lying down there and watch me kill you mate, or will you step forward and offer yourself to me." The person holding Allison by her neck spoke up.
Enel lazily turned towards her as he scratched his ass a few times in a very undignifying manner. However, aside this, he did not move one bit.
