Threats after Threats
"Lisa, I've told you that I'm not going to let you go before you live a miserable life, right? Don't think because this Caucasian is here, I'm afraid of you!"
The atmosphere in the narrow house was tense. The sharp blade that seemed to glow in the light of the lamp was pressing against her smooth neck. The only sounds that could be heard was the squeaking of Surya's shoes as he kept walking backwards while dragging Lisa with him.
Surya managed to hide behind Lisa as he was slightly shorter than her. Just to put the knife next to the woman's neck, Surya needed to tiptoe a little even though he was already wearing shoes with high soles.
Although his position actually looks ridiculous, Lisa doesn't dare to move. One wrong step and the knife would've struck her neck.
"Hey, don't you know that you've almost killed me? Why are you not moving? Come on, come over here. I promise you this woman will die before you touch me!"