82. One, Two---Three

Faye’s POV

He pulled my hair and dragged me into the secret basement, where he locked the door automatically with his fingerprint and threw me in, then grinning evilly at me. He blew air into the sharp knife he was holding, and then he carefully ran it along my legs.

"Are you afraid, baby?"

“I thought you were in love with me, I thought—”

“Oh, sorry that you believe in my false hope, do you think a person like me can love someone like you? I only love my family but your sister destroyed my family, and look what happened to me now? Eliza is still in a coma, and there’s no sign that she’s getting better…so I tell the doctor to end her life even if it hurts!”

"It was you who killed your sister! You were very impatient! You didn't wait for her to wake up first! So don't put everything on Abby!"

He slapped my face, hit my abdomen with wood and laughed, “I did not kill my own sister! Stop saying that! she did not survive this time!”

I groaned in pain and crawled slowly while he wa