"Morissa, I shall have you." She spit in his face and, as expected, felt the fire of his hand across her face.
Lying on her back on the ground, Morissa could see him reaching for the top of his pants. She could also see the moon come from behind a cloud. As the moonlight came down in beams upon her attacker, his skin began to bubble up. He looked at Morissa in amazement, which soon turned to a pained anger. "You little witch!"
She had stood up, and he went to reach for her. As he did, the blisters that covered his body all burst at once. Screaming, he fell backwards into the river.
