58 Give You A Choice

"You once told me their names were on your death list, didn't you? If I remember correctly!"

His voice was low and grave, like that of a priest about to give a service. I'm not sure if he can talk like that. But I knew very well that what was to come had something to do with the ritual.

"Answer me." He looked at me calmly.

"Yes," I said, and before I knew it, my voice was becoming like his. There was something magical about his body, and it affected me. This made me feel a little uneasy, so I tried to keep my mind clear. I couldn't help but take a step back. Maybe I should leave this place at once.

“Have you ever thought about killing them yourself?” He asked. “Tell me, what is your motive for wanting to kill them?”

I glanced at the Karr brothers, their heads bowed and their eyelids drooping, bound to the gallows. The sound of breathing from their noses is as low as a dying man's.

"They traffic women and force them into p.rostitution," I said, staring at them, my mind playing with ima