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For a moment Avine was speechless, shocked by so much Machiavellianism. Myzon had perfectly understood the meaning of the word woman that she had given in her question, but he, like the worst sadist there was, played with words, irremediably engendering the jealousy and fury of his woman.

- If I could, I would stab you in the heart with this knife. She pronounced in a biting tone, her face convulsed with a boiling rage, and brandishing the sharp object she held tightly in her hand towards her lover.

- I have never doubted your wild and sadistic side, my love," he replied, repressing a laughter, which added to the already intolerable fury of his campaign.

Then as tired of this little game, Grevius sighed and considered Avine frosty, impatiently and annoyed.

But tell me, do you actually want me to die?

Avine will never know if his love was serious or not when he asked this question.