As he would not own up to knowing my sister, talk less of killing the poor child, I felt pissed off and sent my second knife gliding through the air and taking solace in his thighs. He groaned from the fear of what he thought was going to kill him instantly but it all seemed like yet another bad dream. He could feel no pain at all. The only valid pain he felt was that of being helpless to the situation he found himself in. I could see him pinching his laps with all the strengths in his left fingers. Perhaps to awaken from his nightmare, yet the more seconds he waited to awake, the more real it got for him.
" You aren't dreaming my child. You are dying gradually and no one will help you. Perhaps a short story would do you good in recalling the past days." I said sighed softly and began to narrate a story that had presented itself in my head.
