Chapter Fifty-Five

Chapter Fifty-Five.

"Do you understand, Sir?" I said in a sweet tone, with a smile on my lips.

Gulf.

You could hear a mouthful of saliva being swallowed.

"Now, shall we talk?" I said, as I lowered the dagger and smiled.

The dwarf still kept his glare on me but didn't refuse. The other prisoners are silent, bowed and look away. Some of them were sweating at an abnormal rate.

As if they where afraid to meet with my beautiful red-violet eyes.

I was about to speak when I felt an intense stare coming from behind me. It was so intense that I could almost feel a hot laser like it was going to pierce my back. It gives the chills even though it should be hot.

Now all of us are sweating in cold feet.

Dang.

I forgot about Zen.

I looked at the dagger I was holding. It was very shiny, while the handle was made out of obsidian rock. Darker than black.

The metal could almost reflect my pretty face if not for the dark expression on the other side.

Gulped.

'Someone is mad... I will sleep