New beginning

He walked towards her yanking her left hand turning them over to her palm. What he had in his left hand was a red heated dagger. You could see the tiny amounts of dried blood and rust on the dagger.

  The tip of the dagger touched her palm as it slowly dug into her palm. The scene was magnificent as he drew one circle in her palm, blood dripped out. 

  Enso face twisted in pain. She tried to pull her hand away but the thought of doing so and having the dagger dig across her palm made her hesitate. But even before she could make up her mind, he ordered people to hold her hand still. 

   I would have rather been dead than to have to experience this.

  The excruciating pain of the dagger digging into her palm caused tears to fall down. It felt like her hand was burning intensely with a needle digging into it the same time. She closed her eyes in pain not wanting to see how it looked. She thought that if she didn't look at it, it would feel better.

  Just when she was comforted by this thought her right hand was pulled out. 

  There was a person holding her right hand still. Repeating what the other guy did, he held her right hand and turned it around to her palm. Even though his actions did seem more gentle, what he did, did not.

  Enso opened back her eyes meeting eye contact with the guy. His hair was neatly styled with a side sweep. He has clothes on like a pope and had a cross rosary. The only thing that made him different from your regular common pope was that he had a dagger in his hand.

  He had a intent to do the same as the other guy did. Dig into her palms with a dagger. The dagger inched closer as it finally reached her palm. Enso eyes shut as she didn't want to see it.

  The guy carved into her hands as if it was a pumpkin acting like it was nothing new. THe pain engulfed her as she slowly lose conscious.