At the moment I couldn't feel my legs. I was staring right at the golden circle in his eyes, and that was the only thing I could see in the dark. What I felt on my body was even more strange, as I felt claws scratching down my neck.
"Donald, I am begging you, please listen to me. "I swear to you I did not try to hurt your child; she was lying," my stuttering voice managed to say, but he was not responding to me; all I could hear was a strange kind of breathing that I knew was not his.
"Donald, please turn on the light, please. I swear I'm going to do whatever you want me to do; just turn on the light," I began to plead, and at this moment my whole face was soaked in tears, and I could feel the tears dripping down my neck.
For a second I felt like he did not want to hurt me; he only wanted to scare the hell out of me, and he was succeeding in doing that already.
