The paring knife lightly touched Shaine's chin—enough to scare her but not enough to cut her. Ivan stared at her filled with surprise; she was now a psycho-looking woman—not the defenseless bunny she was when she woke up.
"Now, would you mind spilling the beans?" Shaine's eyes widened in a sudden shiver—Sharmaine's voice sounded deadly and sharp that it slowly pierced her soul.
"Tch. Do you think I could be threatened by the likes of you? No way!" Shaine shouted, avoiding to move too much as the knife slowly dug onto her skin.
Sharmaine smiled, gracefully moving the paring knife on her right shoulder, creating a light cut. Blood landed on the blade as it dripped slightly from the wound.
"It's your blood," she stared at it and then looked at her, "Would you like more?" then smiled creepily. Sudden horror started to cloud Shaine's mind causing her body to shiver uncontrollably—It was as if a monster had just crawled out from its shell.
"Sh*t!" she yelled, "That d*mn woman! Giving birth to a daughter she never acknowledged."
Sharmaine's eyes widened. She looked to Ivan, who didn't seem surprised at all and then back down to Shaine. "W-Wait, so you're saying, you're Denzel's—"
"Yeah, we're halves. That b*tch who slept with my father then abandoned us."
"You're not lying, are you?"
Ivan's grip on Shaine's hair became tighter and whispers, "Stop framing my mother."
"If you're so interested, why not talk to Mrs. Suarez? I'm sure she'll give you proper explanations."
Sharmaine ran her knife on the other side of Shaine's shoulder, making a slightly deeper cut than before. "Shall you not make us wonder about things?"
"What? I already told you my role, right?"
Sharmaine stabbed the bed sheets, making Ivan scream in agony. "My sheets! How dare you? You're such a cruel human-being." and let out an exaggerating gasp.
Sharmaine ignored Ivan and continued to torture Shaine "Well, shall I shove this knife down to your throat?" She said with pure bloodlust.
"If you do, then no one will answer your d*mn questions!"
"It's like this." Sharmaine slightly added pressure on the knife as it ran down her neck. "Don't worry, I won't miss this time". The pain started to arise into Shaine. "Sh*t. You keep hurting me..."
Sharmaine gave her a blank face. "And I will continue this torment until I reach your face."
For a model, a face is almost everything; even if she had scars along her body, it could be covered up by thick and full coverage foundations. Shaine looked at Sharmaine, holding her cries upon the pain caused by her wounded neck.
"What are your questions?"
Hearing those words made Sharmaine smile. She finally had control over her. "Just tell me everything you know about that bankruptcy. And who knows? I might spare that pretty face of yours."
Cowardice. It was what Shaine felt. "It all started when I knew she was my mother from my dad. That b*tch slept with my him, well insisted to sleep. When she found out that she was pregnant, she literally decided to get an abortion. I wouldn't be in this world if it weren't for my father.
Tears welled up in the poor woman's eyes. "When I was born, my mother never looked at me, nor named me. My father took me away then raised me as his. I worked at Suarez Clothing around the time when he died to get answers but that b*tch simply denied me and my father's existence."
Somewhat impressive acting for Sharmaine, but she doubted that most parts are real. "So, let me guess, you wanted to take revenge?"
Shaine shook her head slowly. "No. I wasn't even a part of the bankruptcy issue."