He kept on stepping closer until he was on one side of the table and she at the other. Blood was continuously spilling out of her wound, but she cared less. The matter at hand was to escape him. His vicinity. Somehow, get out of his office. She didn’t want to be near a person who was close to cutting her fingers. She really needed to escape. She looked at the door with wondering eyes. She wished someone would walk in so she could be saved.

But what she didn’t know was that she stood in the ...