I dared not to move, even if I wanted to, my body simply didn't allow it. I was stuck on the chair, feeling the cold knife seeping into my skin slowly leaving a little dent. I winced in pain as I felt the trickle of blood down my stomach, the pain more than a pinch.
“This is Manchester, no one cares. If I stab you and leave your lifeless body right here, all they'll do is cover for their lives. Now, for some reason, Jack wants you alive, but if you try anything tricky, I have permission to slice your pretty neck,” the man whispered, feeling rather satisfied with himself.
“I'll behave,” I shuddered, my body trembling terribly even though I tried my best to stay as calm as I possibly could. My attempts made no difference, it was hard trying to stay calm when there's a knife on your stomac
