Shattered

Chapter Twenty

Kaylee's P.O.V.

When I woke up from a short nap I saw a jug of cool pristine water and an empty glass cup on a tray beside me. Instead of using the glass cup I drank straight from the jug. I never knew water could taste this good. I moaned with pleasure.

When I was finished I felt alive almost like my old self but even though I am no longer dehydrated that didn't stomp my demanding stomach from burning. The smell of baked chicken, rice and mashed potatoes filled my nostrils before Bulzar walked into the room with the plate.

"Oh you're awake," he placed the plate beside me along with a cup of fruit juice. He took the empty jug and glass then left. When someone is starving there is no need for a fork especially since you have fingers. The food was finished and I laid back satisfied. My eyes narrowed when I saw Bulzar leaning against the doorway. "You're so gorgeous,"

"And you're not," he laughed, "yet still you're mine," it was my turn to laugh. Especially since I had expertly threw my unused knife into his chest. He staggered back like a drunk man losing a fight until his back touched the wall behind him. I cautiously crawled towards him.

His hand held the knife as blood slowly oozed out of the wound and from the corners of his mouth. "W...what are you doing?" he coughed then spat blood into my face. I slapped his face before I pulled out the knife. "Don't forget who I am so what if the moon goddess weakened me I can still kill you with my eyes close and with my hands tied behind my back.

Like a waterfall his blood rushed from his wound and I placed into the wound. He flinched. Especially when I widen the wound and squeezed his heart. His eyes stared straight into mine when his heart was removed.

I heard clapping behind me. "Well done Kaylee," the heart in my hand turned to sand as well as the body before me. "Play all the tricks you want. I'll still kill you," the real Bulzar laughed.

Little did he know I always mean what I say.