Lucien.
''Pick one.'' My hands moved slowly across the knives that was arranged on the table.
The man tied before me shook with fear, beads of sweat pooling on his forehead as his head kept dangling.
''This?'' I raised one with the sharpest edge, it was a bit curved at the edge, making it sharper.
He whimpered, his mouth tied. He looked down to his pants and I followed his gaze.
Disgust. That was what I felt next. Why would a grown man urinate on himself?
Does death scare someone that much?
''We'll go with this then.'' I picked another.
It was longer, both sides sharp and the tip pointed. It looked like it would slice every flesh perfectly.
From across the room, Dominic studied me. He had seen me like this, but it was a long time ago but today.....something else was the cause of
