Chapter 52: Weaker Girl

A couple of hours had passed since the last torture session. The video was still on repeat on the TV and I was sure he had already sent it to whoever he wanted to so. I was lying on my side, my back turned to him, gripping the silver knife through a cloth I had ripped from the sheets. I had gotten it from under the mattress the one time he stood up to go to the bathroom and left me alone. For a renowned warrior, he sure is too cocky. I had made myself relax so my heartbeat didn't betray me. I ruled out attacking him from the front as he could easily catch my hand. I was waiting for him turn his back to me. He stood up and commanded me to go with him to have dinner. I graciously complied, taking the knife with me. I walked until I was exactly behind him. As soon as he put his hand on the doorknob I prepared to attack. I was going to slit his throat. I did not expect him to talk to me at that precise moment. "Love, I am sor--." He had slightly turned his head to