Clara
It wasn’t so long when it occurred to me that the man pointing a dagger in front of me doesn’t have the means to kill me.
“You don’t have to do this.” “I have to! Shut up!” he yelled, the dagger pointing deeper into my skin, hence not deep enough to scratch me.
Before he could muster up the courage to end me, I made my move to save myself. Because of his grip that’s loose, I was able to fully flee from his grasp by just kicking into his balls.
He fell onto the floor, aching. I hastily placed my feet over his chest, grabbed the dagger out of his hand and pulled out the mask he’s wearing.
“Who sent you to kill me?”
***
“He won’t talk,” Carter started, walking out of the interrogation room where we kept the man.
“Did you force him to do so?” Carter simply nodded, his eyes t
