Messing With His Head.

First, it looked as if Eric was serious about his threat as he pulled his sword from the sheath. Next, he pointed the dangerous sword at Mr Smith's face, while the Alpha held on tightly to the grip he was having on the man's arms. I was not in Mr Smith's body but, I could tell he was in great pain.

"Where do I stab first Mr Smith?" Eric asked with a wicked smile as he moved the long sword down to the man's abdomen. "I think, here will be a great spot to start with. I'm sure that if I burst your belly, all the good meals you have had will be spilt to try ground and lost, as your entrails will be destroyed as well." His voice did not sound merciful as he spoke.

I saw fear on Mr Smith's face when he quickly turned to me for help. He was almost crying, it was a bizarre scene to witness a man with grey hair crying and begging for his life.

"Please, young lady, I beg of you. Don't let him do this to me. This is the most insane way to die. Please, don't let him get on with this."

The fit