"Please, don't kill me, please!" The teary-faced woman cried out, trembling on the floor where she knelt with both hands clasped together.
"Really? After f*****g my husband, you w***e!" The woman with the knife in her hand spat angrily.
"I didn't mean to, pl..." Her words were silenced by the squelching sound of the knife slicing through her.
Greta jerked off her sleep, her hands trembling so hard. She was covered in sweat.
"Oh, my God..." she tried to steady her hands, wiping off the tear that threatened to fall. "How much longer will these nightmares torment me?" She sulked in a deep breath as sadness slowly crept in.
She walked to the kitchen and grabbed a cup of coffee.
The events of that horrible night still hunted her like a plague. The night she almost lost her life. Her heart
