Haness caught the blade of the knife with his bare hand. It was a sharp reflex that gave him a fighting chance. His attacker- a scorned lover, had already shoved Parisa to keep her from harm's way. Parisa rolled down the bed, landing on her forehead. Despite the cut on her temple, Parisa could not afford to stay down. She pushed her disoriented self towards the bed, striving tirelessly till her fingers latched onto the bedframe.
"Shila...Shila, no!" Parisa threw herself into the brawl, using all the strength she had in an attempt to stop it.
Shila rooted her knees over Haness and pressed her lips together, throwing all her weight on the hand bearing the knife to force it lower. His eyes- that was her main target. Shila wanted to gouge them out and then slice his prick off. She wanted him
