CYRIL’S POV
"Cut!" I called out, and all eyes turned to me.
The sound guy, Matt exhaled. Jason Hall, the lead actor, relaxed his shoulders and ran his hand through his golden locks in frustration.
I didn’t care if he was frustrated or not. I needed perfection.
“Reset the rig and clean the blood. We’re running it again.” I said loudly. Jason’s expression darkened.
This was the tenth time we were running this scene. But perfection didn’t show up halfway. It’s either he bled for the shot, or he got the hell off my set. I wasn’t here to play nice.
Stepping closer to the main camera, my eyes narrowed at the playback monitor.
“Jason,” I barked, “when you fall this time, I want to see you shatter. Don’t just collapse. Break like the woman you killed was the only thing that ever mattered
