~Grace~
Fire tears through my chest, just below my collarbone.
A howl rips through the hall, inhuman and raw, bouncing off the walls until it fills every corner. It takes me a moment to realize it's coming from me.
Escape.
The word consumes everything. There's no room left for my own thought.
I can't
You have to . You will and I will help you
"You're lucky," Gerald says, almost gently. He draws a second sword and turns it over in his fingers, studying the edge. "This is faster than what came for the others. They were burnt. Their organs harvested prior. Money has to be made anyways. But I was merciful with you." He tilts his head. "You are a quiet and interesting character though. Very fierce. I love it! One last scream for Miss Vivian. Then we'll send you on your way."
I don't scream anymore. My jaw is locked so tight my teeth ache with it. I will not give him that. Not that. Not ever.
The blade comes down in a flash. He aims for my Chest and stops.
