"You think you're ready to tell me where they are?" She asked calmly, relaxing her grip on the knife.
He spits blood onto the floor. "I would die first," he snarls.
"Done."
She slashes his throat before he can say anything more.
YOU ARE READING
Writing Prompts
General FictionHere are a collection of writing prompts designed by yours truly or taken from the internet. Knock yourselves out.
