Then, with a quick movement, she pressed the
point of the blade through his clothing, till it pricked the flesh above
his heart.
With his arms bound, with his ankles secured to the legs of the chair,
Nick appeared utterly at her mercy--of which she had none.
Despite himself, Nick shrank slightly from the wound, and for the first
time shuddered at the peril by which he was menaced, and from which
there seemed to be no avenue of escape.
Cervera laughed again, a laugh freighted with the terrible ring of
madness.
"Did it hurt you?" she screamed, with her glittering eyes raised to
search his. "Perdition! I hope so! You have tortured me with a thousand
fears. I'd like to repay you with a thousand pangs!"
Nick's eyes took on an ugly gleam.
"Why don't you do so, then?" he growled.
"I would, if I had the time," cried Cervera, through her teeth.
"You have all there is."
"Ten thousand times I'd thrust it into you--thus! thus!"
Nick set his jaws and met the blade without flinching.
Twice the vicious demon thrust it through his clothing, and now two
crimson stains of blood on his shirt front followed the withdrawal of
the weapon.
"See! see!" screamed Cervera, triumphantly, with her terrible face
upturned to his gaze.
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