"Don't even think..."
Swish—
The hunting knife sliced into the mud wall, sending four fingers of varying lengths flying and bouncing away.
The woman's face turned pale, a suppressed scream escaped from deep within her throat.
"You can continue, and so can I." Elena whispered maniacally, lifting the woman's chin with the knife tip.
After her friend's tragic death, her personality changed. She became colder, more aggressive.
The woman glared at Elena venomously, cursing, "The pain you suffer will far exceed mine!"
Elena did not respond, instead she sliced off another piece of finger.
She murmured coldly, "I can still cut this arm twenty more times, then the other, and you still have both legs..."
Fear pierced through her numbed flesh, and finally, the woman told Elena what had happened in the village.
