As I could feel the cold steel inside my chest, every pulse my ruptured heart makes felt so agonizing that despite losing blood, it forces me to stay awake.
I wanted to breathe, but the knife also poke through my lungs. So every time I breathe in, it feels like I had nails inside my lungs and the pain felt like they're poking inside.
"You're quite heavy so, go die on the floor instead."
Though she lifted and pushed me gently, she drops me on the ground on my knees. Though it hurts, it isn't painful because most parts of my body has started to feel numb and cold.
"Hmm. They did say you're just an 8th of a demon, but you still have the vitality of the real deal. Then again, it doesn't make it good. Rather, your death will just be slower and more agonizing instead."
She crouches in front of me. As she was quite small, she lifts my bangs a bit to see my face and looked up to me.
