Story part two

The man continued forward and blood dripped slowly from his open mouth. He took a stance like one of a tiger waiting to pounce. The more I stared into his eyes the more entranced I became. It was like he was pulling me into his arms with meerly a stare. My eyes grew heavy and before I knew it he had me in his grasp. His arms were like stone and cold. Wherever his skin touched mine it made goosebumps. He pulled me closer and drew down to my neck. The rest was pain. Too much pain to be real.