Fury Of The Storm
Gary's heart thundered in his chest, and sweat cascaded down his forehead like a waterfall. He had never witnessed such a malevolent side of Grace and her venomous words carved into his very being. Her face with ominous dark streaks looked like she was a demoness in a human's body.
He scuffed his feet against the floor, pushing his chair away from the transformed Grace. "Y-You made a pact with a demon?" Gary stammered, his eyes wide with disbelief as he beheld the sinister, dark vermillion lines that wove their way across her face and skin.
The thought of someone like her making such a deal baffled him. Was he hallucinating?
Grace's eyes gleamed with malice, and a sinister smile played on her lips as she stalked toward him. "Oh, little Gary, the question you should be asking is how you'll fare once I'm through with you."