"I would make you wish you were dead if even a single strand of my daughter's hair is harmed!"
Albert's voice strained with anger as he shouted at Connor.
"Well, I'd like to see if you have the capability!"
Connor understood that people like Albert only responded to force, so he moved his right hand slightly.
Instantly, the sharp dagger sliced across Aida's fair neck, and blood began to flow slowly down her neck.
Connor's mood was extremely tense at this point. After all, he had never killed anyone before, and he didn't know how much force to use to intimidate Albert without harming her.
"Stop! Stop it now!"
Albert turned nervous, and shouted urgently.
"Frightened?"
Connor asked him with a smile.
"What do you want, exactly?"
Albert's eyes were red with anger as he yelled at Connor.
