Anna POV
Damien stared at me with wide eyes as the tip of the blade is diking into the soft skin under his chin.
“Anna lower your weapon.” Damien said and I could hear the panic in his voice. “only if you let me take these or it’ll be your blood they clean.” I said smirking at him. he knows he took away every piece of my soul that held any emotion, he created me and now he can’t control me.
“fine you can have your weapons.” He said and I lowered the sword and heard him let out a deep sigh.
“you need to be put in your place, pick you door.” Damien said and left the room. I looked at the door that had from one to six on them.
“I choose four.” I said and waited. The door closed and number four opened.
A very big and very angry looking troll came out blood dripping from his mouth.
