57. Old Friend

"YOU CAN'T DO ALL OF THIS TO ME, FUCK LUCAS!" he shouted still out of breath.

His firm grip on his hand flew to the cold wall beside him. Fresh blood did not escape all his actions, and now he was adding to his body pain by punching a hard wall. His eyes stared at his bloodstained fingers, a ghastly grin suddenly appeared as his hand moved closer to his mouth. Those dry, thick lips sucked the crispy fresh blood, her long tongue also playing on top of her still clenched fingers.

"Not so disgusting, it's tastier than the most expensive wine in the world," he muttered with a wry smile. His green eyes shone again sharply on the body lying in his right hand in front of the door.

"I will not stop, Mr. Lucas Vantouxer. My revenge will be even more terrible because you insulted me in this way." He hissed sharply.