87 Butchered

Crashing on knees, with another hand Li Na concaved the wound on her torso, her squeezed painful grunt was overshadowed by the scorching groans of the man slacken to the wall perhaps scared she would attempt to finish him any moment he desperately tried to move his injured body away from her reach. She looked up and suddenly, he froze to hear Li Na laughed darkly her voice low and deep as she coldly stared at him shivers ran through his cold body.

Holding the knife her fingertips shivered, she took the support of the wall and leaned for a while and to stand, somehow she managed to straight up then with the unexpected prick of pain Li Na slides down the wall painting the blood trail behind as her wound clenched painfully, hot tears stung her eyes, and rolled down her cheeks.