Page 89 of Savage Throne
Now, they lay discarded and defiled on the floor.
And it looked like I’d taken them down one by one, cut of their heads, and carried them up to the mountain to deliver them.
I had to admit.
Leo was right.
This was quite an illusion.
Okay. That’s done. I don’t have a witty saying. . .shit. . .I can barely keep my vomit down. This is disgusting.
Meanwhile, the silence twisted into something jagged and frayed.
So many were still in shock from the heads.
Now what?
I stood tall, letting the chaos simmer and build.
My heartbeat was a steady thrum against my ribs. Each head was a message, and each man knew it.
Alright. Let’s get this over with. . .somehow. . .
I met the gaze of the man nearest to the board of pictures. “Your turn! Come and get me!”
For a second, there was only the harsh sound of breathing, a beat before the storm.
Then chaos erupted.
“Kill her!” one of the men roared.
Oh shit.
I had my hands on the guns but I didn’t take them out just yet.
The five men by the board raced my way.
Jesus Christ they are fucking FAST!
Even more adrenaline roared through my veins.
I yanked out my guns.
The five men closed in the space so quick, I almost ran out of there.
With them barely now six feet away, I fired the first shot.
The bullet tore through the shoulder of the man closest to me.
He staggered back.
Blood sprayed in a fine arc that painted the faces of those next to him.
Two lunged for me.
Freaked out, I ran in the direction of the Mahjong table.
One guy flipped over the table and headed for me.
