Bab 179: | A Waterfall Of Crimson

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"Why the fuck are you stopping? Did I stutter? Or are you mentally fucked as well? I said get your fucking ass out that window and down that fire escape now, broken girl."

My fingers wrapped around the necklace. "There's only one problem," I murmured.

"Yeah, the problem is you're not fucking walking."

I took a deep breath and steeled myself while I imagined Master Z's face, the victorious grin he would have once he managed to get his claws into me again.

"No," I started. "The problem is, I'm no longer his pretty, broken girl."

I turned, swung my arm, and then… blood. So much blood. A waterfall of crimson spilled from his throat, and in my hand was the blood-stained blade. He gurgled, choking on his blood as he gasped for air. Falling to his knees, his hands reached up to the open wound around his throat, red seeping through between his fingers.