Right into the eyeball the knife pierced, through the lens, deeper into the iris, and deeper still until it reached its limit.
Alexander stood there, watching.
"Bring it out," he ordered. Cecilia complied, pulling the blade free. Just as intended, two eyeballs rolled out—she had used two knives, rooting them deep into her eyes. When she withdrew them, blood poured forth like a fountain.
She fell limp, dying right there on the spot. Alexander grinned, brought out a handkerchief, and cleaned his hands.
"What a hassle," he muttered, walking away.
Adrian Adrain… I wonder if you've fallen into the trap already.
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In the dark, just outside the main building of the Golden Palace, Adrian was on his way to his cabin with Greta, Gregor, Cassian, and Jake. They surrounded him, guns ready to tear down any form of attack.
Slung over his shoulders was an unconscious Daniel, slumped like a bag of rice, dangling limply with each step.
