CHAPTER FOURTEEN

The atmosphere hung stiff, as though the sky itself was now airtight. The people froze, unable to breathe; aghast at the atrocity.

The axe had hit its target, point blank and straightforward, with no two ways about it.Even I acknowledged the accuracy with a smirk; watching satisfied as her head broke in a flowing movement.

Free of the ropes that held her.

Her body leaned back in a tired slump to the ground; stressed but free, and with her hands still clasped behind her back, she gave the image of a package that had been manhandled into a carton, now happy to finally be opened.

I dropped the axe, and moved swiftly to her, growing claws on my right hand; again involuntarily, and in one swipe, her wrists were released. I then shook the blades away, before gently peeling off the tape that held her mouth, revealing lips that challenged strawberry pie.

I paused for a fraction of a second, watching them shiver; shaking from trepidation that had seemingly reached her soul. There were mud sta