'Why all of Don Philippe's men looked unattractive, their faces looked like they are behind the trend nowadays.' She asked herself as she gazed into the man approaching.
She snapped back when she realized that this was not the right time for her to think of their enemies' physical appearance.
The adrenaline that was rushing all over her body seemed like urging her to scream for help but her mouth couldn't do so. She blinked multiple times as she tried to restrain.
Due to her forceful restraints, the man's arm that was wrapping around her neck slipped through her jawline which prevented her mouth from opening and screaming for help.
As if the time was fast forward and her blinking suddenly stopped…as Rayzel was bewildered, the man already standing in front of her, grinning wickedly while the knife was near the skin of her neck seemed to be ready to slit it down her throat any moment.
