Merylle's POV
I sat on the edge of the bed. My feet felt the cold floor. I didn't bother searching for a pair of slippers. My hands rested on my lap while I lowered my head to show a sign of respect to him.
"G-Good morning, K-King Venz..." I asked in a shaky voice.
My room is small and surrounded by walls. No window. Just a single door. I have no idea what time is it already but if I were to think, I had a late dinner. And from the comfort I felt after taking asleep, I guess my body rested for a sufficient time. It's safe to say it’s already morning.
He did not respond to my greeting. Instead, he completely walks in. The sound of a knife swishing in the air while he continued playing it with his fingers made every step he takes toward me frightening.
"You almost lost consciousness ea
