I'm now thinking about a very serious question.

Is it faster for me to bite off my finger or for me to poke Xavier in the eye?

I soon figured out the answer - suicide is faster.

I retracted my hand slower than Xavier could grab me, and as soon as my wrist tightened, he could already see the tattoo on my pinky.

"Leila, you're really something."

Every word that reached my ears became "dead".

I tried to turn my head to explain, but Xavier held me down so ...