The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 342

Chapter 342

There was a small white bottle, a switchblade, and a lighter.

None of them were particularly deadly, but with a little work, it could still inflict damage to the human body.

Quincy therefore had to act calm. “We’re in a police station.”

Stan chuckled. “We know that, so we won’t do anything stupid. That said, I’m quite close with that officer just now, so he’s willing to give us some space.”

Quinc’ys face paled, even as Stan took off his tie and stuffed it into her mouth.

Isaac rose to his feet as well, picking up the switchblade and ejecting the blade-it was not particularly huge, but very sharp.

“I can do it, sir,” Stan said, walking up to him.

Isaac, however, stayed silent as he walked around the table toward Quincy and pressed the blade against Quincy’s face.

He just needed to apply little pressure, and the blade would cut through Quincy’s skin.

Quincy could only whimper, her pupils dilating as her whole body stiffened.

She felt like she was meat on the butcher’s table, and it was even more terrifying than the prospect of death.

After all, death was easy-one would not know it after the fact.

On the other hand, spiritual torment certainly left one wishing they were dead.

“You pushed me into that pond during my own parents’ funeral.” As Isaac spoke, he slid the switchblade from Quincy’s face to her neck, and she did not move at all-she was basically frozen.

He gently pressed it, and the blade cut through Quincy’s skin.

She did not bleed much since he avoided any arteries-but it hurt.

He could be precise, because he had been sneaking glances while Irene studied her medical books, which described at length about a human’s vulnerable spots, where it hurt or had the least blood vessels.

Although the neck was a vulnerable spot especially given the jugular, there was a spot one could reach. there, free from blood vessels but rife with nerves, making it exceedingly sensitive.