"Aragon!" he shouted, emerging from the crowd.
Care was about to glance, distracted by Eli's distraught voice but Ramses thrusted his dagger burying deep into her chest and murmured with gritted teeth, "Die, monster! Accept the price of your beauty!"
She clutched his arm as the surge of searing pain awakened her senses. The sharp edge that cut through her was unimaginable to bear while conscious. Her grip loosens so does her strength. It seems passing out is the sure way to escape the pain given if she ever survives.
Their eyes met. A tear escaped hers beholding the void in his. Pure, abysmal darkness! Without breaking eye contact, he mercilessly pulled out the dagger already coated in her blood. She gasped from the shock, spewing more blood at the same time. As if his thirst for revenge is far satiated, he shoved her then slashed her face across.
"Ram... ses..." she mumbled before collapsing on the cold tiled floor.
People witnessed in utter horror resulting in a terrifying commotion: numerous screams from onlookers, some individuals shouting to call for help and stampedes of people wanting to aid her.
In a split-second, the offender was knocked down on the floor. His smile seethed satisfaction instead of remorse. Several men started beating him to pulp that even guards could not hold them off. On the other hand, the one assaulted remained oblivious to her surroundings. For the first time, Care sees the world splitting into two. The fall hurt her back making it impossible to move. Instinctively her hand touched where it hurt the most, her chest. When she lifted her hand in front of her sight, all she could see was the color red.
"Why am I lying like a dead corpse?" she asked herself.
In the midst of the agony, she still smiled watching Eli run towards her. His pitch black eyes were the kindest she had ever seen. She vomited a lot more blood while desperately panting for air. Even if the ambulance arrives right away, she knew she was doomed nevertheless she cannot let go.
Fame, wealth and beauty turned to sands she could barely grasp. In the end, not money nor anything spares one from inevitable demise. And despite being at the prime of her youth, fates remained unbiased and brutal. For anyone destined to die dies. Caress Aragon is no goddess, after all. But she cannot accept dying in such a horrible way rekindling her will to live.
"No... I w-will trade a-anything, anything to l-live. I c-can't d-die... n-not yet." She croaked.
End was nigh to the young lady's life yet she possessed a fiery desire... a greed that outlasts even the face of death!