Chapter 166 Patrick Catherine

• It’s small consolation for the fact that I’m going to die a torturous death, but it’s all I’ve got at the moment.
• His smug smile gone, Majid steps toward me. “I see you’re not up for chitchat,” he says, bringing a large butcher knife up to my face. “Let’s cut to the chase then.” He runs the tip of the blade down my cheek, cutting just deep enough for blood to run down my chin in a thin trickle. “You give me the location of your explosive factory, as well as all the security details, and I—” he leans so close that I can see the black of his pupils in the mud-brown irises of his eyes, “—I will make your death quick. If you don’t . . . well, I’m sure I don’t need to elaborate on the alternative. What do you say? Do you want to make it easy for us or hard? Because the outcome will be the same either way.”
• I don’t respond, and I don’t flinch away, not even when that blade continues its painful, cutting journey down my neck, chest, and stomach, leaving a bloody trail wherever it touches my skin.