Tears rolled down my cheek as I looked to confirm if he was shot. I heaved a sigh of relief when I noticed that the gun was not aimed at his head. To be Frank, my heart had stopped for a moment, as I thought he actually pulled the trigger on my father.
Loosing my father would be the worst thing that would ever happen to me. The man quickly told me that he was going to kill my father, but he was instructed to make him suffer for a while. I immediately begged him, but all my pleas only fell on deaf ears.
For a moment, I wondered why they would not kill me or even try to hurt me. As thoughts kept going through my mind, he took his dagger and chopped off his ear. Blood flowed ceaselessly, and they all laughed, enjoying the act.
He also made a slow and deep cut through his arm. I could not b
