The bitch had the scalpel in her hand and she was slowly running it on my face as she admired my skin.

“Chloe that’s not what we here for”, l heard the deep angry voice of his friend John.

“We need the babies not her”, The bitch also snapped back. Throughout this mess l had nothing to do and just like that, l felt the cold slide of something sharp against my cheek.

I sucked in my breath when l felt my warm blood trickle down the side of my face. It dripped onto the shell ...