Rachel looked timidly in the eyes of Dren. This turned into fear as soon as she saw the black veins. "Dickhead, you let go now or I turn you into fucking salsa." She whispered, her voice so low it would probably be hard for even Dren to hear it. So... either get killed here by... I don't know what, get killed, or raped, I don't know, by those two over there, and die, or fight them, hurt a few of them, and die... I am just going to wait it out. Jason wouldn't leave me, would he? No, he already did... fucker. He doesn't care. He doesn't give a shit about me. But... seven years. He has to at least care about me a little. Or he just used me for reliable sex. She continued like this, looking into Dren's eyes, her expression slowly changing to a wicked smile.