"If you consider me such a threat, why haven't you killed me yet?!" Zinnia shouted, maintaining her intense glare at Matilda.
Matilda, with a smirk, delicately caressed Zinnia's cheeks and responded tauntingly, "It wouldn't be fun to toy with a dead body, no?"
Infuriated by Matilda's words, Zinnia's frustration escalated. She discreetly seized a sharp piece of wood she had concealed earlier. In a sudden burst, she attempted to thrust it at Matilda's head, aiming for the side. However, her movements were sluggish and feeble, and to her dismay, Matilda managed to seize her hand, thwarting the attack.
Matilda's smile transformed into a stern glare as she sighed, "Surprising, Zinnia. I never anticipated you'd muster the courage to strike. You've truly undergone a transformation, haven't you?"
"I regret ever believing you had a good heart, Matilda." Zinnia spat out, her gaze unwavering in the face of Matilda's glare.
