[87] NARROW

    Aracely had never been a master at manipulation or anything like that, but at this moment she knew she had to throw away all her morals and values if she wanted to survive what was coming to her, Her eye narrowed at the door as the knocking increased.

'no, no , no'  She thought.

Slowly and carefully she wheeled her chair towards the dressing table, her hands shakily reached out to the drawer and her fingers dangled at the tip of the handle, briskly, she drew it out and reached in, Aracely sucked in a breath as she caught sight of the blade sitting there, obviously her plan wasn't to die. but she needed to do something dramatic enough to keep Adrian with her and that was exactly what she was going to do. 

She winced as she brought the blade down her skin, her lips parted and she continued to mutter how important this was, Latifa death deserved to be avenged and the pain of the blade assaulting her