A Night of Cold and Incidents [2]

"Ummhhhh!" Ellyn was trying to scream but was not able to do so as her mouth was tied up with a thick lace of cloth. 

"Just shut up for once!" one of the men cursed and kicked Ellyn hard on her jaw. Her head smacked on the ground and a few seconds later the cloth tying her mouth turned red. 

"Why are you wasting time? We're not here for fun," the guy beside that one said. 

"I know, she was just getting on my nerves," he spat. 

"Now, now, guys. Let's not fight amongst ourselves, we have a job to finish," the third one said and slid out his sword from its sheath. 

He held Ellyn by her hair and bent down to match her level, then he pointed the tip of his blade toward Ellyn and pressed it slowly against her chest. The sword tore her cloth and reached the skin, a bead of blood swelled up as the sword begin to pierce her skin.