“Ah!”
I clutched my arm, weight slipping onto my left foot as the other bled profusely. He had sliced through my shoulder, my arm and my leg in one swift movement. All three spots were now dripping with blood and stinging with pain, yet despite not laying a finger on my neck, the ache there was even more prominent than the wounds he’d just given me.
I was surprised, utterly shook. I knew very well that someone like Dexter was capable of any and everything, so taking caution when in his presence would be wise. Still for some naïve reason, I did not expect him to hurt me.
I must’ve been stupid.
“Is this your idea of ‘disciplining’ me?” I looked at him intensely, disbelief raging in my eyes. The wall behind me was the only thing keeping me standing, but I kept my posture straight when
