The tears in my eyes made me not to see clearly but I was sure I saw Walter just use a knife on my daughter. I walked in slowly after screaming. Benita was quiet. Was she okay? Walter turned slowly, snickering at me. He lifted the knife to his lips and ran his tongue over the knife, smearing his lips with blood in the process. I almost puked. Such a maniac.
"I'm here now. Let her go," I told him loudly.
"I just did. I let her go into a long state of unconsciousness. But I'll soon let her go finally, where you'll join her soon after," he said.
What was this pig vomiting from his snout?
"What do you want with me? You've been after me for so long. What else did I do wrong to you except getting married to your brother?" I asked him, remaining closely rooted to the door.
My mind ran different ways to get to Benita and saving her without getting killed, but they all seemed impossible.
