How sick in her head was this lady exactly? Kaz thought he had seen his fair share of people pass by, but this felt like the cherry on top the cake. It disgusted him. He didn't give any wrong answers, she just wanted to hear what she wanted to hear. She wasn't interested in his answers, she wanted to see him suffer. So when she asked him if Mort would come running if she cut off one of his fingers, Kaz dropped his guard. Fear was written on his face as the realisation hit that wasn't something he could get out of. It was either die here, or die here but later if he managed to stall time long enough.

To be honest, he had no idea how to answer her question, so he hesitated, trying to form words in his head, but all he could feel was rising panic. He had to control himself or this would get out of hand real fast. ''How about we don't cut off any fingers.'' He tried to reason, releasing a deep but silent breath in hopes of calming himself down. He had been through worser odds. This was nothing compared to laying on the street with eleven stabwounds in your stomach, while not even being a vampire.

Somehow he hadn't done anything wrong and he still fucked up. It was as if he attracted bad luck wherever he went. He probably was the definition of bad luck so it wasn't really surprising, but pleasant was something entirely different. He reached for her hands when she gripped his throat, the panic now taking a hold of him. He used to have a cool head in situations like this, he just to be anticipated. But he had grown soft and unweary and somehow someone used that against him. He wasn't the the master thief no longer. No, he was a mess.

She pushed him back and he fell, crawling backwards as she got closer once again. What advantage would it give him if he answered truthfully? Would she think of letting him go because she sure didn't look like it. ''Enough for you to leave me the fuck alone.'' He hissed. Weak words, but hopefully the right ones. He didn't want to please her, he just wanted her to leave him the fuck alone.

Firstly she wanted him to talk, now she wanted him to shut up. Women were real confusing. And the fact that this woman also seemed very mentally unstable didn't really help her. Kaz was in the worst position possible, on the ground, outnumbered and outsmarted. As always. If he ever found someone who could answer all questions in life, he would grab the dude by his throat and demand to know what he had done to wrong the Gods or whatever deity there was that wanted him to suffer so badly.

The silver dagger didn't help calming him down. It only made things worse. ''Against you? Probably not the smartest idea.'' He spoke, looking up at her face and down at her boots. He was about to do something very stupid. But what else was new with Kaz. ''But I have proven to not be very smart.'' With those words he kicked at her feet, hoping it would knock her down or at least make her lose balance as he crawled up and started to sprint. Indeed Kaz. You are not very smart.

He heard her talking yet the words did not register in his head. He needed to get away from here. Perhaps he could make it to the harbour, guards were swarming the decks there, he could ask for help. It would look weird, perhaps strange, but he would do anything to save his own skin. But that plan was soon discarted as he felt a sharp pain in his back. And it didn't leave.

The vampire screamed, immediately stopping with his escape and instead tried to find refuge against a wall, hoping it would hold him up. The dagger had found its way in his lower back, stopping him from doing anything and only allowing him to feel the pain. Dizzyness hit him as he tried to stay upright. What on earth had his brother done that Kaz deserved this? He had to get up, he had to keep moving. There was no way in hell he was going to die today.

This woman showed no mercy. So she truly was a madman, or madwoman in this case. Her twisting the knife made Kaz whimper, slumping against the wall while he tried to come up with something, anything that would save him. Screaming for help wouldn't help, running away wouldn't help, fighting wouldn't help and here dying would also not help. Basically, Kaz was out of options and he was done for.

The sudden relief when the blade got pulled out of his back made the lightheadedness only worse. Yet, it was better than when it was in his back and in some way he wanted to thank her. But he kept his mouth shut, narrowing his eyes as he tried to stay on both feet. He could feel blood seeping out of the wound, he could smell it. But instead of feeling attraction to the smell, he felt disgusted. Kaz wisely didn't say anything, he had learned his lesson. It was now to hope that she would end things quickly.