Bang.
The sound of fabric burning, followed by a bone-crushing pain, sent Inez flying. She dropped to the ground a few feet away from the witch. The bloody dagger was still in her hand. The witch, on the other hand, was touching the wound on the side of her neck where Inez had jammed the dagger into her skin.
"You bitch…" the witch cursed as she glared at Inez, or Inez thought that was what she was doing because it was hard to see things clearly, with her head going woozy and her body turning disoriented. However, she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. Inez knew that if she let the drug take her down now, then there would be only two things that would happen.
One, she would be killed.
Or.
Two, she would be taken away.
