"I have missed killing you too. I have seen your face every time in my dreams under my high heels when I am trampling all over you." she snickered as she placed the dagger on his gut when he flinched.
"I know that you are angry with me. But…"
"Angry! That would be a wrong word. I hate you to the core of my existence and the reason I survived is to kill you." she pressed the dagger deeper when he held her hands and pulled the dagger.
The blood was already staining his shirt.
"I will take your anger happily. After all, I am at fault. But do you not want to know why I killed them?" he licked his lips while looking at her seductively when she smiled.
He knew that his charm would work on her. After all, she used to look at him with that dazed eyes.
But in the next second he felt the sharp pain of the dagger again.
He looked down to see she was pressing the same wound again.