Chapter 145. Marked

"What... what are you going to do?" she managed to ask, but he didn’t respond as he moved towards her, sitting next to her restrained body.

"Don't move, or it will hurt."

That was all he said, and the next moment, she felt the most bone-crushing pain of her life.

The knife.

It pierced through her skin, drawing blood, moving in a precise pattern. She let out a scream, but that required her to move her torso, and when she did, the knife further pierced into her flesh.

He was carving the knife just underneath her left breast. She couldn’t see what he was doing there. All she could do was keep her eyes on the ceiling and pray for the ordeal to be over.

He seemed unfazed by the torture he was inflicting on her. Her body had turned cold, a sharp pain radiating from the fresh wound beneath her chest. Tears drowned her eyes, and her wrists were injured from the harsh tugs she had made in an attempt to free herself.

She couldn’t move her legs. It was