Neil’s stern demeanor softened into a smile, and he assured her, “Alright, you don’t have to kill him.”
At his words, Lise exhaled in relief. Her expression brightened with happiness as she knelt before Neil, exclaiming, “I knew you loved me most! My love for you will only grow…”
“Indeed, your love for me must grow,” Neil interjected.
Drying her tears, Lise playfully pouted.
“You frightened me; you were so harsh earlier.”
Yet, Neil smiled and said, “Bring me my knife.”
The man in black nodded respectfully.
“Yes, sir.”
Lise, puzzled, looked at Neil.
“Why do you need a knife?”
Neil offered no reply.
The man in black presented a small silver knife, its blade gleaming ominously in the light.
Fear surged within Lise as she saw it.
Neil gently ran the knife along Lise’s skin, his voice calm as he said, “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt. This is the sharpest blade.”
Lise trembled uncontrollably, her eyes wide with terror as the knife’s tip glided across her skin, making every hair on her body stand on end.
As she instinctively pulled back, Neil mocked her, “Move, and it’ll cut you.”
Lise couldn’t fully comprehend his intentions, but before she could react further, the razor-sharp knife cut through her skin effortlessly, removing a chunk of flesh. A horrific scream escaped her mouth, “Ahhhh!” Blood poured from her hand, and the excruciating pain paralyzed her. She stared at the man who had once been her protector, now seeming more like a fiend.
Holding her bleeding arm, Lise cried out, “Neil, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I realize my mistake. Please, spare me, remember how much I love you.”
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Her gaze remained fixed on the small knife in Neil’s grip, dreading that he might strike again.
Yet, Neil showed no signs of mercy. With a sinister smile, he said, “Deception is my greatest hatred. How many lies have you told me? One lie, one cut. Today, we settle this.”
Then, Neil cut her again.
“Ah!” Lise screamed, a rush of blood following. The blood pooled on the floor, mixing with the old, grimy stains of the slaughterhouse, creating a vivid, stark red scene. Her body shook violently.
Despite her desperate pleas, Neil remained unmoved. By the end, her arm was slashed so deeply that the bone showed, while Neil’s eyes burned with bloodshot excitement.
Lise passed out from the agony, but Neil coldly ordered, “Wake her up!”
The man in black nodded, turned, and threw a basin of ice water onto Lise’s face. The chilling cold wrapped around her, making her shiver uncontrollably as her teeth chattered.
“Did you really think passing out would stop me? Keep dreaming!”
Once, Lise had seen Neil as her protector, but now she recognized him as the source of her nightmares.
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