Chapter: 1857

"Please... I don't want to die. Please." Half of Samira's face was grotesquely swollen, unrecognizable. Her skin was marred with deep, festering wounds, making her resemble a living nightmare. But at this point, her appearance was the least of her concerns. She had no idea how long she had left to Live.

"Let you go? That's out of the question." Ryan approached her, but this time, instead of a knife, he held a rusted axe. He crouched beside her, turning it over in his hands with menace. "Now, tell me. Which hand did you use to mix the poison you gave to Bethany?"

"I was wrong." Samira's heart plummeted into her stomach. "I'll never go after Bethany again, I swear."

Ryan's patience was razor-thin, and her sniveling grated on him. His face twisted in irritation. “When I ask a question, I expect an answer. Keep stalling, and I'll carve out that tongue of yours first."

Silence fell over Samira, her pleas dying in her throat.