Stupid slaves, who were they to challenge them? Insolence! Her knife was gripped firm in her hand, her heart pounding against her chest because of the excitement….fear. Fear? Fear of what, they were slaves. She cursed her self for such a thought. She slowly walked forward towards the slave. As she stared into her frightened face she realised it was the one that had dared to look at her when Ekatran had called her forward. Yes, yes this was meant to happen, this girl was meant to die, to die be the hands of Shivana.
The girl kept backing away, as she did so Shivana bent delicately down and grasped her daggers and pulled them from the soft, all the while her eyes firmly placed upon the girl.
“You know, I could kill you right now,” she said placing both in her right hand, “Like that!” she clicked her hands, “But…but that wouldn’t be fun, would it?”
Fionel did not say anything , but stared up into her eyes.
“Answer me!” she shouted, shaking her hair out of her face.
“No…no it wouldn’t..” she shuddered.
“Really?” she laughed.
Throwing her dagger, it landed right next to her hand, so close.
“Good aim you have?” Fionel said, obvious in her eyes as sucking up.
“No its not, if it was your hand would be pinned to the ground….”
She proceeded to play with the girl taunting her, despite the things around here. She would kill this girl.
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