Cruel lie

As the dreaded words left Monet's mouth, he walked out of the room along with Marcus, like a dog he was. 

And then Milton stood before me. Looking down right into my eyes, a sick smirk tugged at the edge of his lips. His clean shaved head shone under the bulb that hung right above him.

And when he took out a small shiny thing from his back pocket, a tremor ran down my spine. My heart pounded down my chest. 

A shaky breath left me.

"Poor princess. About to get punished for someone else's deed. I thought your father and boyfriend loved you. That you were their weakness. But it seems like they care for their lives more than yours," he said, running his thumb on the edge of the dagger, as if checking its sharpness. 

And the mocking hiss from his mouth along with the drop of blood that rolled down his thumb lit something ominous in his eyes. Those eyes that wa