she bit her tongue drawing blood- she tried to wake herself from this nightmare. her father sitting behind the desk, opened the drawer and pulled out a silver pistol. seeing the gun pointing at her and their ruthless gaze, something in her snapped. her head was down, with her hair covering her face.
''sigh... you could have escaped death and lived your life the way it was planned... you had to hear our secret so you have to take the secret to your grave.'' he said in a tone of pity but his eyes were cold as he watched her trembling form. the woman standing beside the desk smiled cruelly and she caressed her stomach gently with a motherly glow.
''hahaha.... live the way it was planned...'' Cyra burst out in laughter, looking them straight in the eyes, her eyes flashed with a crazy light as tears dripped from her face. they shivered unconsciously from her crazy gaze.