When the dark man's eyes suddenly locked into Serena's, she flushed hot. They ignited a black fire in her.
He was talking: he wanted the power turned off. He said something about the projector booth. She hooked a finger under his belt buckle. He grabbed a hold of her throat and twisted until it hurt. Somewhere deep inside, a part of her screamed in paralyzed horror, but the moan that escaped from her throat had no panic in it.
"Pay attention," he said. "Business first." His eyes glittered shamelessly. Hers did, too.
American Nightmare Manuscript: Serena and Mr. Scratch
