"Mhfm!"
Cold water splashes upon the woman's face. Awakening her nerves. "Focus please. You are about to see what it feels like to have your hands cut off" Once my words reach her, Leysa's eyes widen. She promptly peers down. Tied at the chair, in the middle of the hall.
I stand across her with the dagger in my grasp. Meanwhile, Ken steps back to the table's side. He puts the bucket down. "Verena Laurel! What the fuck is wrong with you?! LET ME GO!" Frustrated shout echoes. Making me furrow my brows. She still has a lot of energy to yell.
"Shut up" I retort. Approaching her. "Stop right there! Don't come near! You insane bitch! Don't you dare to lay your fingers on me!" Panic glints in Leysa's eyes. She keeps looking at the dagger in my grasp. "It is not something you can decide" Spinning the dagger, I lean down.