Sharmaine gave her a cunning smirk. "Well, Ms. Davis, I do prefer seducing someone than leeching off money from your crush's parents." Confidence covered every word she said.
Shaine stood in the middle of the cold hallway; fear started devouring her. "W-What are you saying?"
Sharmaine felt good with every word she threw. It dealt major damages to the enemy in front of her—deep inside, though, she felt sorry as she really had nothing to do with her. That thought sparked a question—why was she doing this in the first place?
"Well, I hope you know that I know what you did to Denzel's mother."
The cold air touched Shaine's bare skin, her ears ringing from all the cheers of the crowd. "I am just a victim," she said, her figure trembling because of that despicable lie.
"Just a victim?"
"What do you know?"
"Let's just say that I know everything."
What she had just said was not true at all; Sharmaine just wanted to scare the life out of Shaine for a moment. It just felt necessary to give out a convincing bluff since that was what she's good at.
Shaine laughed hysterically. "Well, if you do know everything," she lifted up her skirt and grabbed the knife, holding it above the air.
Sharmaine's eyes widened. Panic was starting to get the best of her. A knife inside the premises was not only a hazard but it was illegal; there was no way it could pass under the metal detectors, which meant that the weapon she had was taken inside of this hall.
"Ms. Davis, I am very well aware that you are somehow guilty, but please calm down." Nervousness conquered her tone and ability to think straight. All she thought was to stay alive and untouched until Denzel comes.
"I thought you know everything?" That hysterical smile of Shaine shivered Sharmaine's spine.
"Ms. Davis, I am here to help. I—"
"Bullsh*t!"
Sharmaine's heart pounded fast, blood rushing up to her head as her swallowing intensified. What is she supposed to do in this situation—a crazy woman suddenly attacked her as if she was a hostile mob.
Shaine removed her heels and began moving forward. She flung the knife around Sharmaine, being caught up in her "cape". Sharmaine desperately screamed for help, but no one came to her aid because of the event.
"Shaine, that's not how you use a knife for confronting!"
"I don't care, I don't care, I don't care!" All rationality was gone from Shaine the moment she remembered everything she'd kept for so long.
Her control of the knife became lousier the longer her sanity decreased. "You don't know my struggles!" She hovered her knife sideways, and with a smooth transition, it slashed through Sharmaine's arm, resulting in a deep wound.
"Sh*t!" she muttered to herself as blood dripped to the ground. "Where on earth are you Denzel?!".
The fighting continued until Sharmaine was able to throw her shoes towards Shaine's hand, making the knife land a few meters away from her.
Trying to grab the knife back, Sharmaine gathered enough strength to pull Shaine's hair. They fell on the ground, and with another smooth transition, Shaine managed to scratch Sharmaine's face with her long nails.
The deep wound made her arm weaker than it initially was, nevertheless, she still tried to pin Shaine's hands on the floor. All the huffing and fast motion made both of them dizzy, and as a result, Sharmaine kept losing more blood.
She grabbed Sharmaine and slapped her face several times. Sharmaine tried to resist but it was too late; Shaine dominated her. It was clear from the very beginning that she had the advantage. Her strength was slowly fading as more blood poured on the floor.
She endured every slap and scratch she was given. Was this her punishment for lying?
Her vision started to blur. At the split second of her consciousness, she heard a manly voice call. Was it finally Denzel? Too bad though, because he was too late.