Chapter 85. The Final Cut

Emily’s Pov

"Where's Amy?" I demand to know, my voice laden with anxiety, anguish, and anger. Nina, in turn, presses the cold blade of the knife against my throat even harder, a burning sensation erupting as my skin opens and blood begins to trickle down.

A click of the tongue resonates in the now overly crowded cell as Nina humorously dismisses my question. I struggle to feign submission, letting her believe she's in control of the situation, that I'm indeed her hostage.

"You're not in a position to question anything, sis," Nina responds by my ear, her voice dripping with malice.

The hand gripping my hair releases, sliding down to my right arm. With a sudden jerk, Nina pulls me up, forcing me to stand. The chair creaks on the floor and wobbles with my abrupt movement, the cell, already feeling too small for me, seeming to shrink further with Nina's hostility, hatred, and malevolence oozing from her. A flicker of m