We need babies not her

The bitch had the scalpel in her hand and she was slowly running it on my face as she admired my skin.

“Chloe that’s not what we here for”, l heard the deep angry voice of his friend John.

“We need the babies not her”, The bitch also snapped back. Throughout this mess l had nothing to do and just like that, l felt the cold slide of something sharp against my cheek.

I sucked in my breath when l felt my warm blood trickle down the side of my face. It dripped onto the shell of my ear before collecting on the rim. The pain was terrible as l felt her push the sharp edge of the scalpel in my skin. I was feeling every nerve fiber with the sensation of burning fire. It hurt so badly that l bit my tongue and tasted my blood.

“I want to first write my name on this face”, She was talking to herself as she continued to run the scalpel on my face. I felt the scalpel dig deeply into my cheeks but I bit my tongue more, on the edge of screaming for help. “I always first smoke before working with you