Knife (2)

I sat on the bed and caught my breath.

My mind had cooled and was thinking rationally, but my body had not.

Simply standing on two feet made my muscles scream, while my body had grown accustomed to humiliation.

I had to train my body again until it was strong enough to land a decisive strike against him.

No matter what plan I devised, I needed the ability to back it up.

When I looked down at my hands, they were trembling.

With these hands, I couldn't kill him.

I didn't have the strength to swing properly.

My legs were no different.

My knees and lower back, which had crawled on all fours for over a month...