I'll Slit Your Throat
"I'll slit your throat open."
I'll slit your throat open.
I'll slit your throat open…
I'll slit your throat open…
My knees buckled. I collapsed on the couch with a soft thud. My heart drummed against my chest. What just happened?
The same words repeated in my head. He'll cut my throat—
My hands shot up to my throat. It was still intact. I could feel it—fuzzy under my fingers. He'll—
I gasped for air.
My throat tightened.
My eyes wandered left and right, trying to think of what to do.
For the moment, I forgot about the cold liquid soaking into my suit.
Agile—
I can't tell her.
Hornet Mask.
Hornet… I should tell him.
But he was out of the city.
My mind raced, my head growing lighter.
The room fell quiet, except for my breathing. Just as Agile taught me when I messed up the first mission I did with her.
"Take deep breaths," she said.
And I did.
No one had done what that Zionalma member had done. No one had threatened me.
Not here, not on Ma-Oktava.
The shock—the pure adrenaline hitting me all at once.
I sat in silence. My gaze dropped on my lap as I stared down. My filed-down claw mocking me—my ancestors fought giant flesh beasts with them. They clawed their way up mountains. But mine—But mine—now they barely protected me against him.
Maybe… maybe if I had not filed them down…
Maybe I would have fought back—
I couldn't…
They were stronger.
Maybe I'll end up like the new Earth Protector member—White Watch. Bloodied and beaten to a pulp.
The clock ticked by as I remained in the lounge room with only one question in mind.
Would he?
Would he actually do it?
Would he actually cut my throat if I told Agile?
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