Synth

"Are you alright, doll?" Ivan asked, lightly holding Everly's chin before turning her face to look at the band aid. "Did she do this?"

 

Everly nodded.

 

He then looked down at her bruised right hand and asked again "And she this too?"

 

Everly nodded once more.

 

"Very well, then," he nodded and stood up, turning to Martha. He crossed his arms and watched her for a moment before speaking up. "I'm going to kill her now." 

 

Ania gasped and turned to face him. "Whoah, whoah, calm down, big guy." She approached him and slowly pushed him back, away from Martha. "You are not killing anybody until we get our answers."

 

Ivan clenched his fists, glaring down at Martha. "You better start talking right now." 

 

Martha's body shivered with fear as she looked up at Ivan. Suddenly finding it difficult to breathe, she inhaled deeply and exhaled.

 

"Hey, we asked you a question!" Ania yelled.