She didn't think she had ever seen anyone show so much hate and anger than the man standing before her.
When it finally clears up, the two brown orbs glower down at her, "Now we're even, though yours won't heal before you die," he snarled at her, tossing the dagger away, taking hold of her neck.
Alina couldn't speak, her voice lost as she tried to draw a breath, choking on her words.
"Do you want to see my handy work? I have created such a masterpiece on your face."
Damien taunted as he let go of her. Walking to the table he brought a mirror.
Alina lowered her head avoiding looking inside the mirror at all cost. She couldn't bear to see her face destroyed. She probably looked like a monster right now.
The only reason anyone has ever paid her little attention ever since she was young was because she was beautiful.
