MYKEL'S POV:
It was past midnight. The clock ticked slowly as it crept toward 2 a.m.
I walked to the basement door, unlocked it, and went downstairs.
The woman was still tied to the pillar, where I left her. She slowly opened her eyes, and they widened in terror when she saw me. She tried to scream, but I quickly pressed my hand over her mouth and placed a finger against my lips.
"Shh…"
"I told you not to make a sound," I whispered dangerously, my voice low and threatening. "Didn't you understand that?"
I pulled my hand away.
She struggled against the ropes, begging me to let her go.
"Please, let me go...."
Her tears dwelling through her eyes and whispers of begging coming from her lips.
A smirk played on my lips as I watched her helplessly fight against the tightly bound restraints. This wasn't the first time I had done this but watching a foolish woman struggle was always entertaining
"How foolish," I muttered. "What are you struggling for? To escape me? Huh?"
I laughed darkly.
"It's not going to happen. You can escape me only after death… then you can go to heaven or hell, whatever you prefer. But not from this body. Not from here. Not from me. Until you're alive."
I turned toward the table and opened the drawer, pulling out the sharpest dagger.
She cried, pleading for mercy. Her fear amused me, the way people beg when they realize death is standing right in front of them. They always forget one thing…
Death never waits. Not even a second. It just takes, what it wants.
"No… please… stop…"
There was a sudden splash.
The blood splashed on my face and everywhere from her throat.
Moments later, I began laughing darkly. I ran my blood-stained hands through my hair and face, and slowly ran my tongue along the blade, tasting the blood.