Scars on his body

He lay on the bed after a bowl of wine, I make sure he is asleep or not! My fingers run over the blunt edge of the curved blade. which I hide underneath my dress in my mother's room. I'm drowsy and tired, and I can even tell myself that I'm not in the right mindset. I am scared and angry!

I slowly sit up, making sure that I do not rouse him from his sleep. I press the silver blade to his neck. My heart's pounding in my chest. I have never killed anyone before! He does not wake. I climb into his lap, pressing the blade harder to his neck.

"Do it." The voice startles me. It's soft, but I do not expect it. He does not open his eyes, and he does not move. His lips merely move again. "Do it. Slit my throat. Do it." I stall, my heart clambering ridiculously against my ribs. I can't move. He cracks his eyes open a little bit and slides his hands up my arms. "I said do it."

I stare down at him under heavy-lidded eyes.

"You are not afraid?" I ask softly. The candles are the only light in The