Wild Night

"Well, it's true. Would you like proof?"
"Alright." you said challenging her.

The woman walks across the room with so much grace, she is gliding. She opens a small drawer and takes out a beauifly sculpured dagger.

She glides back over to you smirking. You back up away from her wondering if she was going to do what you thought she was.

She was.

She raised the dagger and shoved in into your chest.

Only... it wasn't in your chest. The dagger was bent as if it was rubber. You screamed from surprise and tried to find any trace of the wound.

"Now, would a human be able to live through that?" she asked bending the daggar back with her fingers.

"Okay. You convinced me."

Now what?