---- Sir Gerald...
stop her .
Gerald blankly stares, his arms folded, and the comers of his mouth curling in faint amusement.
He was observing her with the fascination of a scientist dissecting a rare specimen More interested in knowing what she was capable to do.
To know how good she could follow orders.
Stop woman ! Xero screams but his voice cracks, showing his fear.
Vince...stop her.
Xeros voice was barely a whisper now, panic gripping him as his back touched the wall and Zariyan came to a halt mere inches from him.
There was no escape now.
No one moved.
No one did anything to help Xero stares at those red emotionless orbs and then he ---- sees something flashes in them.
Something sinister.
Something evil Something that promised him hell.
Nooooo- And that's when she stuck.
Her hand shot out like a viper, closing around Xero's throat with an unyielding grip.
Xeros hands clawed at hers, but it was futile; her strength was unnatural, unyielding.
His eyes widen to the size of saucers, blood gushes to his face, turning it red and hid desperate gasps for air filled the room, a haunting irony to the unflinching silence of others.
Her crimson eyes seemed to glow, the fire of hell burning brighter in her gaze.
No...
Ghh...
sorry...
Tam sorry...
Vince! Noooo Slowly, she tilted her head to a side, studying him as ---- though deciding the method of his demise, her eyes drop to his screaming begging lips and them without hesitation, her free hand moved with terrifying purpose The room erupted in gasps and cries of horror as her fingers plunged into Xeros mouth.
His muffled screams filled the chamber, reverberating off the walls as she tried to pull out something from his mouth with a sickening rip.
Blood gushed from his mouth, painting her hand and arm in crimson.
Yet she didn't seem bothered.
She was focussed Focussed to get something out.
And finally she got it.
The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by Xeros guttural screams as she released him.
He crumpled to the floor, into a lifeless heap, his blood pooling beneath him.
Zariyan turned without emotion, her hand dripping with blood and that's when everyone say what she was after.
---- His tongue.
A lifeless mass covered in blood.
Clenched between.
her fingers.
Vince, leaning casually against the wall, took another drag from his cigarette, watching her approach with an almost lazy curiosity.
Well done, little one, he said, holding out his hand.
Without hesitation, she placed the bloodied tongue in his palm.
Here, Sir, she said, her voice calm, devoid of any remorse.noveldrama
I delivered what you ordered.
The room remained frozen, the weight of what had just occurred settling over the occupants like a suffocating blanket.
Even Gerald, who rarely showed his emotions, let out a soft exhale, his amusement barely masking his unease.
Vince smirked, examining the tongue before flicking it to the floor.