Flower of a Killer

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Warning-- If you are uncomfortable with blood play and knife play then it's a request, please skip this chapter before it could become a trauma for you. (Even though, it's just a little bit)

For those who are comfortable with it, hope it meets the criteria. 🥲🥲🖤🖤

Also, I know some of you have read worse than this (even I have 😅😅) but to write such wild scenes, according to me, would be appreciated when both of them are married and she is willing to give in and not before that because this story also resonates on the society belief and rules. (So, this is just a trial)

For those who think this is worse, well, I hope you will find my others stories entertaining. And you can skip this one.

And also, fiction is fiction and not reality so I won't be promoting this kind of behaviour. (I'll rather prefer cut his limbs.)

Well, then, enjoy the rest of your day.😇😇
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I took the dagger out and just as I was stab him right in his heart, he got a hold of my hand, too. And pulled his lips away from my swollen ones and with the ice blue eyes filled with madness and wickedness, he simply just took a brief look at the dagger but didn't do anything and again looked amusingly at me.

Its as if he is testing me whether I really have to courage to stab him to death or not. As if, he is mocking me for being coward and his little pet, he has a complete control over. But I know, I will never give myself to a man like him.

I aimed the knife at his chest, shouting,"Get away, right now!!"

"A knife? You tryna turn me on?"

"Me threatening you of death is a turn on for you?"

"Yeah. But you held the weapon at the wrong place."

"Go away, Cedric, don't make me do this to you."

"Who am I to force you if you want to kill me but I am just telling you, if you truly want to kill me then........."

He kept his words inside him while dragging my hand to near his chest and touching the fabric over the exact place of his heart. And started pressing the knife slowly while his eyes looked amused even at this and staring at me.

"Do it here because this organ solely belongs to you."

"Do you really want to die, Cedric?"

"Only when it's from you."

"Well then, I shall give it to you."

This is the time, Isha. Kill him. End the sole troubles of your life. I tried my best to hold the dagger properly and pressing it against his rock like chest and pale skin but my mind is being a problem, it's in a conflict right now.

He can kill anyone he wants but it's not the same case with me. I have never killed anyone before and even now, when I think about it, I just can't bring myself to do such a vicious deed. Maybe, he is saying the truth, maybe, I am weak. I can't even bring myself to kill a man, a Britisher who has tormented my people for God knows how much time and made my life, a living hell.

No, Isha, focus. Think about all the killings he did or the time when the boy was about to get the whip or the time when the girl's crying was bleeding your ears and paining your heart. And what about that brutal death which he gave to that couple? Why can't you just stab him right here and end his life. Why? Why are you being so coward?