In shock, Oriana took a step back, while Arlan advanced toward her. He seized her hand, the one holding the bloodied dagger, and moved it towards his own chest. The next moment that blade stabbed him in chest.
A loud gasp escaped Oriana's lips, rendering her speechless as she looked at her hand clutching the knife. She attempted to wrest her hand free, but Arlan maintained a firm grip, refusing to remove the dagger. The blood from that stab continued to paint his pristine white shirt in red.
"Didn't you want to kill me? Well, here's your chance," he declared.
She once more tried to free her hand but he tightened his grip on her hand even more, and moved that sharp dagger across his chest, slicing through his flesh without displaying any signs of pain. "This is where you touched me, isn't it? Let me remove that repulsive contact."
