"The video of someone humiliating my sister, I still have it on my phone. Or, should I play it for you again, hmm?"
Jiang Ruan lowered her eyes, fixed on the woman's impeccably maintained legs, the short knife rested just at her knee.
The curved point of the blade was almost completely submerged in her flesh, blood seeping out.
Fu Yuhua couldn't retreat any further, her back against the wall. She wept until her voice was hoarse, "It was not me... The video was not from me... Jiang, Jiang Ruan, I was used… Ah!"
"Pu chi".
The short knife struck bone.
Quick, accurate, brutal.
The woman's face contorted in pain as she struggled violently.
The piercing shriek cut through the eaves, yet it was drowned out by thunder outside the window.
"Ah, so noisy. Should I cut out your tongue, too?"
