Ivanka's skin prickled with fear as she took an impulsive step back, but the washbasin was just behind her. So, she was soon against it.
Her eyes widened in horror as she watched the man with the knife. Was she dreaming? Or was someone really pointing a knife at her?
"Wh...Who are you?" She asked fearfully. "Please, y...you got the wrong person."
His lips twisted in a smirk. "I don't think I did."
He charged towards her. Using her survival instincts, she tried kicking him in the groin, but he was faster and smarter. He avoided the kick and drove the knife right through her belly.
A startled gasp slipped her throat as her eyes widened a degree. She looked down at her belly and flinched even more as the pain coursed through her.
The man pulled the knife away from her, a dark smile on
