"I'll offer another 700 thousand dollars! Anyone here can come up and have a go, just don't kill her!"
My vision began to darken and the host hurriedly gave the order, "Quick, untie her! If she really dies, how are we going to deal with Mr. Genevan afterward?"
At the moment the ropes were loosened, I used my last bit of strength to lunge at Mike.
My deformed fingers, twisted in the blood, shakily wrote the first stroke of the character “Karen" in the pool of blood. The pain from having all ten fingers broken made me tremble all over.
Someone asked in confusion.
"What is this crazy woman doing?"
Mike stopped in his tracks and looked down at the ground.
When the incomplete character “Karen" entered his sight, his pupils suddenly contracted.
"Karen?"
I desperately nodded, tears of blood mixing as they dripped onto the name.
Looking at my miserable state, Mike felt a sharp pain in his chest and even his throat felt like it was clogged with damp cotton, unbearably uncomfortable.
But as Jane in her arms cried out in discomfort, his shiny leather shoe viciously crushed my fingers.
"How dare you write my fiancee's name? You knew Jane fainted from blood, how dare you bleed this much?"