(This chapter is back to Seri's perspective)
Millie grabbed me from behind as she held the knife to my throat. I gulped as I looked down at the knife that was already touching my throat. I could see my own frightened eyes in the reflection. Her laughter echoed off of the stone walls.
"Did you really think I would let you go?" Her voice no longer had any trace of gentleness as it had always held. Instead, it seemed crazed and unstable. My brain still hadn't been able to process the current situation. These are the things I know so far:
1. I have a knife held to my throat.
2. Millie has a dungeon.
3. Millie is the one holding a knife to my throat.
Since when has Millie been so aggressive?! Even if I didn't have a knife to my throat, I still wouldn't be able to get out of her grip. She held my arm in a way where I couldn't move it without feeling a sharp pain. I'm sure that she could easily break my arm if she wanted to.
