14.凯特琳(11)
he came all of a sudden, the man she never knew before. he was an ugly man with gaunt face and dirty hairs. his clothes was strips of rugs. then she saw the dagger in his hand. she stood up. dagger! the man was also astonished.
"you are not supposed to be here!" he said, lifting the dagger.
"no!" she felt her voice stuck and only let out a whisper, but he heard it. "it''s a mercy! the boy has died!"
"no!"she found her voice,turned to the window and before she shouted for help, a stench hand slammed and clenched her mouth, blocking the air. the stink was overwhelming! then the other hand drive the blade to her windpipe.she reached out her hand, grabbed the blade. first she felt a slash of coldness over her skin, then biting into her finger bones. warmth and pain spilled and she felt the blade slippery, harder to grasp. no, if I let loose the knife, bran and I will die! her mouth, though blocked, was still open. she bite down into his palm. he grunted in pain. cateryn grounded her teeth and tasted blood. the man shouted and suddenly letting her go. cateryn gasped for air and shouted once more. "murder! help!"