To a place of milk and honey.

" so Adonis alone is to be blamed? When you talk of sleeping with the cuffed lady, didn't you realize it could simply have been you cuffed on that bad and Mehitabel would still have been frozen cold in the morgue. Is there really a difference between you, the cuffed lady on the bed and Adonis himself." I asked her and slightly bit the lower part of my lips to bring my emotions at bay. It wasn't long before I felt the ironic sting of my blood on my taste buds.

" If anyone is better off among the three of us, then it's the cuffed girl. She knew nothing about the death of Mehitabel and even if she did, she had no influence whatsoever with what has caused it. She was here to have her fun and leave when she was done. The monster is Adonis. He is the cause of this in the first place." Charlotte said and cleaned her eyes while she sobbed softly.

" If you know this. Then you should know that you are guilty of Your friends death and so is Adonis. Perhaps you should be scared of justice and the man that stands before you." I said to her while peering on her face to garner her level of guilt.

" You are William the reaper. That's what she used to call you. I don't expect any form of mercy from you. I don't think I have what it takes to live through the guilt of my life anymore. I just want to end it all." She added and began to weep profusely. It made me emotional and I had some words of the scriptures for her.

" Do not weep my child. The world is full of pain and suffering. You took the bull by the horn and lived in your truth. The lord is pleased with you. You should earn salvation in your truth and you shall live forever in the house of the lord. Therein, the streams only flow with milk and honey and the sweetest of fruits are yours for the taken." I said and squatted before her again this time with a haphazard motion that was quick and precise. Her emotions where contagious, it wasn't long before they made my left eye moist in tears as for my right eyes, there was never a time in my life that I could remember, when it had shed a tear_ Never. I peered daringly at her teary eyes and could feel her getting hypnotized by my piercing gaze. From what I deducted, She wasn't feeling right at all. She could feel her breath fade away as cold sensation eloped the sides of her ribs. In a final bid to deliver a plea, she flexed her lips to speak but could not reach the words to utter a word. By this time the obsidian blades were lodged deep in her rib cage yet she could not tell when they had gone in and what had made them so painless. All she could tell was that her end was upon her.

" May the Good Lord have mercy on your soul my child. You shall never suffer again." I said as a cold drop of tear descended from my left eye. The soul of Charlotte was out of the cave before the drop of tear had touched the ground.