Blood from Fristy Davis's arm dripped down incessantly, and sweat rolled off her forehead. She couldn't distinguish whether she was more scared or in pain.
Scarlett Glenn jumped off the bed, bent down to pick up the fruit knife from the floor, blew on it, and said with a laugh, "Oh, I actually didn't expect you to really show up. I should thank you for playing along, but... your part is over. After all, you've been on stage for so long, and the audience... has gotten tired of watching."
Fristy Davis trembled all over, grinding her teeth, "Don't be... too smug."
Scarlett Glenn arched an eyebrow, "What if I am smug? Today, right now, I... am the victor. What did I tell you before? As long as I'm here, you can forget about turning the tables."
