Maya slid the knife across her skin. She made deep cuts and cuts closer to the surface, making her intricate vision come to life. The muffled screams couldn’t be heard by even the coyotes, the only ones who dared to come close. The girls tears ran down her face swiftly and Maya leaned in close to her.
“Are you afraid?” She hissed. The girl could smell her sour breath; it enveloped her in the smell of rotten eggs and garlic. The sharp knife moved effortlessly down her arm. She could feel her anger bubbling up.
“I would tell you to think next time, before you rat on one of my clan members, but I'm afraid there isn’t going to be a next time.” Maya said, playing with her victims emotions like a cat does with a mouse.
“Perhaps…Perhaps we could spare you,” Now she was circling the table that the girl was tied to.
“Oh, but now, that wouldn’t be very fair to poor, poor Anna, would it? No...No…I guess your life won’t be spared this time. Well, auf wiedersehen.” She turned back to the girl and with a quick sharp slash, sliced the neck of her helpless victim.
