Ercilia gulped quietly, wondering how far this Drystan could go.
The metal has now skated across her stomach. But she could only keep her sapphire blue eyes locked on his crimson red ones even as the knife circled her belly button. It has not yet pushed firmly enough to leave her skin bleeding.
And she believed it won't, believed he meant no harm.
"So many secrets, too. Tell me, little birdie..." he went on to mutter as he leaned closer, his lips grazing her ear as he spoke and continued to threaten her with the metal.
"Would you help me uncover them?"
