The sound of a knife stabbing into flesh echoed clearly into the ears of the two people present.
Zoey Sanders, her face pale and eyes wide open, in a state of extreme terror, instinctively pushed the knife further, embedding it deeper.
Soon, crimson liquid began to gush continuously from the wound.
Her face and clothes were splattered with blood.
Jack Sinclair hadn't anticipated this at all. He stiffened, slowly lowered his head, and saw the knife lodged in his abdomen. His horrified gaze moved slowly to Zoey's face and hands.
"You... you really dared to..."
Zoey was too scared to speak, and seeing him like this, she reached out and pulled the knife out.
Jack's face contorted with pain, "You witch!"
Zoey's hands trembled. Seeing him still trying to attack her, she frantically thrust the knife back into its original position.
Jack's eyes opened wide in an unnatural expression, reminiscent of that night with the vengeful face of the dead yellow-haired man.
