Tyron pulled Frida towards the table, not even caring that she hit his face with the corner. Her nose began to bleed, as a throbbing pain built up in her head.
"Stealing is bad, you should know that, shouldn't you? Now your hands will learn never to take things that aren't yours again" exclaimed Tyron with a faint smile on his sinister face....
Frida opened her eyes in fear as he stretched out his arm and took the rusty dagger... At that moment he took Frida's arm with his other hand and placed her on the table...
"You must learn your lesson" he said.
However, just as he had brought the edge of the dagger close to one of Frida's fingers, his gaze fell on a small container inside the red drawer of the table. His eyes widened with a diabolical gleam.
Sighing mockingly, he dropped t
