On Your Knees

Chapter 9

Helios' POV
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Closing the door behind me, I walk down the stairs and follow the scent of breakfast being made. When I get to the kitchen, my sister and the Belfiores are eating together. I pay them no mind and start to walk past the table.

"Helios, are you going to eat?" Hera's voice makes me stop in my tracks.

"Later, сестра". I check my watch, Alexei should be here soon. (Sister).

Grabbing a face towel and a water bottle, I head over to the gym. Seeing the gym is vacant, I start to warm up. After I finish I pick up boxing gloves and head over to the punching bag.

Bam!

I start my attack on the bag and let my mind wander to other things. Sweat tickles my Adam's apple but I keep my pace. My eyes are glued on the punch bag but I sense someone walk into the gym.

I hear a small scoff and the sound of footsteps.

Amora.

I ignore her and continues my assault on the bag. The sound of knifes clacking together lets me know that she plans to stay. I can feel Amora's anger radiate off of her body. Poor kroshka.

Smirking to myself, I start to punch the bag harder and faster. I feel her eyes burning holes on the back of my head. The sound of a knife hitting the board makes me glance Amora's way.

Crazy bitch.

The knives hitting the board get louder and faster. Still feeling her eyes on me, I slow down my punches until they come to a halt. Grabbing my bottle of water, I turn in Amora's direction and watch her throw knife after knife.

She stops and her hand falls to her side. "Staring is rude" Amora's voice is sharp, like a dagger cutting into it's prey. I let out a small laugh of amusement, "I could say the same thing about you, Amora".

Her back is still facing me, the hand on the knife tightens. I can hear Amora take a deep breath in and she resumes her knife throwing. Deciding to taunt her more, I lean against the wall to her right and watch her. "The silent treatment, you wound me kro-".

Amora suddenly turns around and throws the knife in her hand towards my direction . The blade grazes my neck and embeds itself into the wall with a thud. Silence fills the gym as we stare each in the eyes. A smirk paints itself onto Amora's face.

"Whoops, my hand slipped".  I feel my anger clawing to come to surface. I take the knife from the wall and pull it out. Amora holds her ground and doesn't move. Quickly, I throw my towel at her face and rush over to her.

It takes Amora a couple of seconds to get it off but I'm already pointing the knife against her throat. A small laugh escapes her throat and I press the blade further into her neck.

"Don't start games you can't finish, Amora" My words are demanding, leaving no room for disobedience. She cranes her neck upwards to look at me, her brown eyes meeting my green ones.

"Who said I couldn't finish?" Amora's voice is teasing, daring the devil inside me to play her game. She stands on her tiptoes and suddenly her mouth is near my ear. "Pull what you did in the garden again and I won't hesitate to slit your throat".