The b***h had the scalpel in her hand and she was slowly running it on my face as she admired my skin.
“Chloe that’s not what we here for”, l heard the deep angry voice of his friend John.
“We need the babies not her”, The b***h also snapped back. Throughout this mess l had nothing to do and just like that, l felt the cold slide of something sharp against my cheek.
I sucked in my breath when l felt my warm blood trickle down the side of my face. It dripped onto the shell of my ear before collecting on the rim. The pain was terrible as l felt her push the sharp edge of the scalpel in my skin. I was feeling every nerve fiber with the sensation of burning fire. It hurt so badly that l bit my tongue and tasted my blood.
“I want to first write my name on this face”, She was talking to hers
