Why was this happening again?
Xueyao gasped as the sharp edges of the knife were buried deep enough to make her heart bleed.
Blood spilled out of her mouth like dark wine and rolled down the sides of her mouth.
The pain hurt just as much, even more than the first time he stabbed her.
His gaze was red and hateful. She took her time to stare deeply into those familiar eyes and realized they were nothing like her Black Dragon Immortal.
Just a shallow, hateful look alike, so bent on causing her pain until she died.
The familiar crimson curtains that separated the room from the open balcony moved like flags dancing proudly to the rhythm of the wind. The dark, ominous clouds thickened more than ever before at her feet.
Xueyao stumbled back with him until her back collided with a wall.
Her hands shook as she gritted her blood stained teeth, this time, determined not to be so brutally hurt by him again.
