There was a long pause as Arshe picked up something from the table, one that quickly became visible to Marina who shook a little at the sight of it.
Scrambling back on instinct only to realize that she would simply swing right back towards him, with nothing to hold on to.
But just as she was about to look away from the fear of the knife Arshe held in his hands, Arshe grabbed her jaw tightly in a way that ensured that she couldn't pull away even if she wanted to.
"In my own way, I love you, Marina! I NEED YOU!" He whispered to her, staring right into her eyes in the way Arshe knew Marina craved.
Caressing her chin, where his fingers had left red marks on it for a moment before he flung her face away almost like he had touched a dung of shit.
