"Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!"
Three times, the horrible sound of the dagger as it pierced through her soft and vulnerable belly sounded.
"No~~~~~" Zara screamed as she fell to the ground, her hand stretched towards Zahrah, who was standing in a daze, a shocked expression on her face and in disbelief at what had just happened.
'What just happened? Who am I? Is this blood?' that was what was in Zahrah's mind at that moment as she reached her shaking hand to the belly that had just been stabbed.
When the hand touched that dagger, her feet staggered. Reality finally sinking in.
Lifting her hand from the dagger, Zahrah looked at her bloodied hand, her face very pale and in more shock.
"This is blood!" she whispered as she looked at the red liquid dripping on her hand before raising her head to look at the man who was glaring at her in such a way she had never seen before.
