Sierra's POV
Richard smiled, pulling my head back with my hair, the steel of the knife hovering over my stomach. “How about I kill you?” he asked.
My heart raced. “P-p-please,” I pleaded, tears rolling off my face.
He chuckled. “If I kill you, you'll forget about him, won't you? You won't love him anymore, will you?” he said.
I quickly shook my head. “Please. You don't want to kill me,” I said.
The knife moved from my stomach to my face, coming for my eyes, but it stopped before it could hit. I shuddered in fright, my heart close to pounding out of my chest.
He moved his fingers to my chin, holding my head in place. “I really don't want to hurt you, Sierra. You need to obey, okay?” he said, and I nodded, my eyes darting to the steel close to me.
He seemed satisfied with my answer be
