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The heels of her shoes were hitting the floor, making a rhythmic beat that gave off a bad vibe.
 
She got to where I was and crouched down to my level. "Huh, poor baby," she said in a cry-like voice as she shook her head in self-pity and patted my head, then whispered 
 
"Shh, don't cry; it will soon be over," she said, still gently patting my head.
 
She brought out a small, shiny silver knife that I hadn't noticed that she had been holding for a while.
 
"Clara, please stop whatever you are planning to do." I pleaded in fear and looked at her in horror as I tried to process what she intended to do with the knife. 
 
"My, my, my, someone is scared; don't worry, I won't be too hard on you." She coaxed me and laughed like a maniac when she saw the expression on my face.
 
"Please, for the sake of our friendship, please stop." I begged for mercy.
 
"Shut! Shut the fuck up!" She punched me in the face until her hand was colored with my blood. 
 
I was too weak to fight back as she slashed my stomach slowly and deeply, making a pathway for the blood to flow freely like a stream.
 
"Honey, you don't have to stain your dress. Let the guards do this," Gabriel said as he saw my blood pouring out of my stomach's hundred-meter radius.
 
She dipped her hand forcefully into my stomach and brought out my under-formed fetus, then used the knife to cut the placenta that connected me and my baby. 
 
She stabbed it repeatedly without mercy while I looked on in pain and helplessness as my baby died tragically before me. 
 
"Raven! Bring the rest now!" She ordered in her authoritative tone that she normally uses whenever she wants something done with an immediate effect. 
 

Sweet Revenge Of Pain

The man nodded, his expression serious. "Of course, Ariana. I always keep my promises. You have my word."

With that, he turned and left the room, leaving Ariana to her thoughts. She couldn't help but feel a sense of unease about the whole situation. This man was a mystery, and she had no idea what she was getting herself into. But she had no choice. She owed him, and she had to see this through.

He suddenly stopped right in his tracks as soon as he stepped out of the house. "Ariana," he called out, and he turned to look at her.

"How was he able to detect her?" She thought to herself as she visibly showed herself to him. She was at least a few meters away from him. She had hidden her scent and used stealthy magic to make herself invisible.

A man looked up, his blue eyes meeting hers. For a moment, he said nothing, as if weighing his words carefully. Then he sighed and gestured for her to sit down.

Chaptter Fifty Two