A stab for the way he treated her during her stay, a stab for the way he treats her people after her departure, and another for the little boy forced to watch, against his will, at how he belittles her with torture, his princess.
Each of the stabs, carelessly placed, though far from reach to his heart because that way would he have to suffer before death, had been for different purposes... Repeated, over and over, everything witnessed by her when she found herself among the secret cycle of slavery.
And before she knows it, her vicious plunges into his chest no longer was in reach to the man that lays, like the half dead Jew tale. Only that this time, there is no good Samaritan to come to his aid.
"Get off of him, we need one man alive in order to-" the guard, upon dragging her as he spe
