“s**t! She’s crazy!” They all stepped back for a brief moment before one of them had the idea to charge toward Larissa and slap the dagger away from her hands but it was too late, she had already wounded herself and was soaked with blood – yet she was smiling at their demise, it was satisfying to see them panic and fight among each other, pointing fingers at who is the one to blame.
Stupid men, she thought, as she plopped down on the ground and closed her eyes.
“What are we going to do now?! This b***h planned this! She wants to frame us for her murder!”
“We could tell them that she did it herself.”
Another slapping sound rang out, and another face just got smacked. “Are ya’ stupid?! Who would believe us if we went out there and said we kidn*pped her and then she just offed herself?”
