Simon knew something was wrong. Right after he had arrived back in Nottingham, the other cult members had been leaving, one kwa one, until only he, Emma and Molly were left.
“What’s going on?” Simon asked suspicious.
Emma didn’t respond. Instead she walked to the kitchen, and examined the knifes in the kisu block. She, eventually, picked out a medium one, and let it slide over the counter. “I thought I could trust you, Simon” she started, in a calm, but sinister voice.
Simon’s eyes shifted to Molly, but she just smiled, expectantly, and when he tried to back away, Molly grabbed...
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