The Weight of the Blade

Vesper's POV

The small living room suffocated under a heavy, oppressive silence, broken only by the pathetic, wet whimpering of Jaxen as he bled out onto the cheap linoleum. The metallic stench of fresh blood already hung thick in the air. I stood perfectly still amidst the destruction. The heavy meat cleaver rested loose but lethal in my grip, dark red droplets sliding down the wide steel blade