CHAPTER 75: THE VISION

Shirley sucked in a sharp breath at the sharp sound of Dahlia unsheathing a dagger. "Tie her down," the latter ordered coldly and stood back as two men proceeded to grab the squirming Luna. "No!" Shirley snarled as she struck the first man across the face, her sharp nails scratching at his skin. The soldier grunted in pain as he struggled to pin her hands together. "Let me go, you brute!" she yelled again as she struck him across the throat, feeling a sick relief when she heard the painful gurgling sound after she hit his Adam's apple. The other man raised a heavy hand, but Dahlia quickly froze it mid-air, "Do not hurt or harm her; we need her purer than a flower sulk." "What you need is my hand plunging deep into your chest and pulling out that black thing you call a heart!" Shirley yelled, her rage blindingly exhilarating. "Ouu, descriptive…" Dahlia teased with a smirk, her eyes crinkling at the sides as she moved to stand in front of Shirley, then leaned closer "But darling,