Feb 29, 2000
***Karina***
“I have to get it out!” He snarls, pulling the scalpel out and plunging it into my belly again. “Es un demonio! Un demonio! {It’s a demon! A demon!}
As I feel the blade about to pierce into my stomach for the third time, a funny thought enters my mind.
This man, the man I had once admired so much, had trained me to be a killing machine. How ironic that I would one day use the skills he taught me on him.
Grabbing his wrist and twisting it back so that the scalpel now faced him, I push it with all my might towards him. I could feel the life draining out from my wounds, but I refused to give up. My baby’s life was on the line.
The General was a strong man, despite his twisted mind. He struggles against me with such a force, screaming his head off a
