“Was that painful? I hope not.” She screamed inside but dared not to shook her head. Neither denial nor acceptance nothing found it’s way to come out from her side.
He did it. Engaging her in his actions he grabbed the same knife that she was using for chopping vegetables. He just stabbed the same knife on the upper skin of her right palm that was resting on the kitchen slab supporting her weight. She didn’t expect and the moment her loud cry was about to come out, he pressed his hand on her mouth to shut that. She shouldn’t say “No.”
She tried to take deep breath but couldn’t help much. The area where the sharp object was stabbed started getting numb. She still couldn’t steal a glance to check on the damage. Once he felt she was short of breath, he removed his hand and let her take cons
