WHen the knife came out, blood bubbled up hotly from the wound and she let otu a noise, but didn't scream as the man dragged her away. What was he trying to do anyway? What was he accomplishing here? Though she supposed it didn't matter, he was deranged, crazy; and those people were the most deadly.
She saw the blood, saw the gore and felt the taste of vomit return to her lips. Funny how not that long ago, this crazed man had taken pity on her, but what shocked her the most was what he was saying now. Maybe the shovel to the head made him lose it? She had no idea...
"What?" she forced herslf to sit up, smacking his hand away from where he had a hold on her. "What are you talking about? What rejection? What love? I didn't break anything. You obviously have the wrong girl."
Or something mentally wrong with him, although that much was obvious.
She looked down at the dead body, the guts smeared across the ground, glistening grotesquely in the daylight and slowly shook her head.
"So is this what you meant by a fair fight? Heal me then find me again to torment me and kill me slowly?"
It was then she found herself smiling, laughing even, a gesture that made her wince at the pain against her back.
"Fine, whatever, Torak. If you're planning to kill me, just get it over." she said, shaking her head and looking at hte mess on the ground, all the while her mind was racing over any possible way to get through this unscathed.
Well, except for the knife scar she was going to obviously receive if she lived.