Evelyn's p.o.v.
Millions of thoughts run through my head on what I could possibly say to get out of this. I’m sorry clearly wasn’t good enough.
I looked into his eyes, and then at the sharp silver dagger he was pressing against my heart. My breath tightened under his heavyweight, “You’re going to stab me?”
My bladder is threatening to explode, and the knowledge that I might die in a puddle of pee brings tears to my eyes.
Souvenir held me with his gaze, “I’ve already said I’m not going to kill you,” he responds, his tone dripping with impatience. He punctuates his response by dragging the tip of the blade down through the valley of my breasts. The dagger continues its path down my stomach, stopping at the edge of the blazer.
“Take this off.”
My lip trembles and a single tear sli
