Choosing The Alpha King
The blade slid effortlessly, fully embedding itself, as blood began to seep, staining her naked skin and the white bed sheet beneath.
Her screaming pain was blocked by a mouth gag, and her both hands and feet are chained to the bed. The sight was ghastly. Blood trickled down, warm and startlingly red, creating a stark contrast against her pale skin.
"If you slice it to the side, following the knife's sharp edge, it will open a big wound, like when Japanese people perform hara-kiri, and her stomach organ will spill out. If you twist your knife like a knob, she will get a nasty wound that will be hard to heal. So, what's your choice?" The sound was ringing in my ears.
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