Chapter 10:

It was past the point of no return. Pressing forward was the only real option now.

His words sounded so compromising that Silje shuddered. Only briefly, she lamented strolling this entire way.

Be that as it may, very much like Kail said, it was past the point of no return now. Silje proceeded to stand and scowl at him. Kail's face folded out of frustration as he snarled at her, "Who in the world do you suppose you are? How might you venture to drive me crazy? I let you know that it would be better for you to simply wait. Anything that I do to you from this point forward, it is all on you. It's all your shortcoming so don't fault me."

She realized it was over for her, however she showed no feelings. She didn't move it is possible that; she just kept on standing straight and hung tight for her destiny.

Kail grinned sharply.

"I see you are not sorry about anything. No second thoughts, eh?"

He discarded his cigarette and as though on prompt, his posse circumnavigated Silje.

"Kail! There is compelling reason need to stick around any longer. How about we simply get her now!"

"We'll deal with her for you."

What's more, with that, one of them smacked Silje's face.

"AAAAH!"

Silje shouted in shock.

Right away, Gunhild took the risk to punch her. Silje felt horrendous torment. Did her teeth break? She fell onto the snow in shock and desolation.

Felicien kicked Silje's stomach, making it incomprehensible for her to relax. Felicien shouted at her and began to trample Silje hard.

"AAAAH!"

Silje couldn't resist the opportunity to shout from the aggravation. It seemed like her body was parting into pieces. She covered her face by reflex as they kept on kicking her.

All of a sudden, Kail strolled toward them. Felicien spit on Silje and inquired, "Kail, would it be a good idea for us to simply kill this insane b*tch?"

Kail had his arms crossed and was quiet.

"Kail, dispose of her now!"

"Nobody will track down her body on the off chance that we kill her here."

Felicien got a block from a close by heap, distraught with energy. Silje saw this and began gasping. Her legs wouldn't move. The best anyone could hope for at that point was to slither away, however she wasn't sufficiently quick.

Was this actually the end for her?

Silje covered her eyes.

"Aaaa!"

Silje shouted in dread as she heard the block break uproariously. At the point when she uncovered her face, she saw that the block was presently in pieces close by.

It was Kail who removed it from Felicien and obliterated it. He said menacingly, "I'm the person who will rebuff her."

Dull and calm, Kail gazed at Silje furiously.

Something was unique. She could feel it. Her body could feel the disagreeable impression of what was coming straightaway.

Something exceptionally terrible was going to occur.

His discipline.

Against the blanketed breeze, Kail the messenger of death in his dark fur garment strolled toward her. With his messed up arm, he gradually took something out from his pocket.

It was anything but an unexpected that he had taken out a blade, yet at the same time, seeing it for genuine made Silje wheeze.

He appeared to be unique. Until one minute prior, he appeared as though he was too apathetic to even think about reaching out, however presently, the ruler appeared to be unique. At long last, the hunter was uncovering his hooks.

It was valid. On the off chance that she had waited where he left her similarly as he jokingly recommended, Kail would've released her. That might have been his discipline and by staying there, it would've implied that Silje acknowledged his sentence.

Be that as it may, it was past the point of no return now. She broke his arm, humiliated him, and shook his clout before his own group. Kail won't let her off simple.

This was the genuine discipline at the present time, in this very spot.

In obscurity, Kail held up his blade unobtrusively. The sharp edge sparkled and Silje shuddered in dread.

He grinned faintly and requested with his low baritone voice, "Give me your hand."

From the beginning, Silje thought she misheard him. At the point when she stayed unmoving, Kail frowned at her briskly and requested once more.

"Give me your hand now."

At the point when Silje actually didn't move, the others hollered indignantly.

"What the heck!"

"Do as he says before we cover you alive!"

Felicien lifted his hand as though he was going to slap her. There was no chance to get out of this. Silje was burnt out on being compromised, so she gradually gave her hand. Kail kept on gazing at her while he utilized his right hand to pull at her disposal.

In the unforgiving breeze, her delicate wrist was uncovered. Kail grinned remorselessly and put his blade on her skin.

His hot breath contacted her ear as he murmured, "This is all your doing."

Kail exquisitely moved his blade and in almost no time, it left a long red line along her wrist.

Furthermore, out of nowhere, red drops of blood began to fall on the white snow.

Did they not anticipate that he should truly do this? Indeed, even Kail's posse expanded in shock.

This was the sort of thing just the horrible ruler could and would do.

Silje withered also. Her body out of nowhere became canvassed in chilly perspiration. She was unable to inhale from the dread and shock. At the point when the drops of blood made an enormous red spot on the white ground, Kail at long last dismissed.

Silje was in such shock that she stayed tranquil despite everything. Indirectly, she pondered, would he say he was fulfilled at this point?

She needed to inquire as to whether this fulfilled him, on the off chance that this was sufficient.

Tragically, she was unable to move by any stretch of the imagination. Her head was clear and she froze while gazing at Satan remaining before her.

In truth, she was so cold and numb that there wasn't even a lot of torment. The main thing she could feel was slight stinging on her wrist where Kail had cut his blade.

She was as yet in shock when he called out to her with his low, quiet voice.

"… Silje Kim Pettersen?"

In the blanketed breeze, Kail attempted to say her name with his lips and grimaced at its peculiarity. He kept on gazing at her and added, "Presently you can head back home while dying."

"… Devil."

Disregarding her words, Kail grinned violently and proceeded, "This is the very thing that you needed, correct? You got what you requested, so how about we check whether you endure this or drain to a ridiculous degree. How about we perceive how far your karma goes, Silje."

This was whenever he first called her by her first name.

In the snow, Silje scowled at Kail.

Muddled dull hair, sharp cheeks, and extraordinary eyes.

The substance of a malevolent fallen angel.

This evening, she realized there wasn't a thing she could do to him, however she swore she could always remember what had happened today. Some time or another she would get her retribution.

Silje was as yet pale, however she told him with certifiable fierceness, "You are a fallen angel! A fallen angel!"

The others encompassing them snickered boisterously.

"What's more, you are a malodorous Asian monkey."

"You'll be dead before you arrive at home. Haha."

They kept on snickering at her. Kail appeared to be irritated as he waved at them to hush up. Exquisitely and unequivocally, he cleaned his horrendous blade with his tissue and set it back in his pocket.

Then, at that point, he requested, "How about we go."

The gathering began to stroll back to the vehicle. Kail did likewise, however prior to getting into his vehicle, he looked back at Silje.

She stayed standing where she was out of frustration and torment. With a chilly articulation, he gazed at her while he began to unobtrusively and jokingly sing, "Satisfaction to the world."

A dull and drawn out night was in front of them. Yet again as the vehicle vanished into the obscurity, Kail thought back from his seat. On his disconnected face, there was a weak grin all the rage.