Attalia's scream was caught in her throat as he tore at her clothing, nearly exposing her in the fire light. But even as she twisted, tried to move, tried to scream, tried to break free; she knew it was useless. No matter what she did, it seemed the fire in the man's eyes only glowed more sickly with hunger.
"There is no maybe where you're concerned!" came her hot retort, laced with the fire that made her buck. "Let me go!"