Excitement II

"I - I know, but," Elma stopped there and tried to pick back up by using the pillar for support. She dropped again, and this time, Riccardo hauled her up in his arms, bringing her face too close to his chest.

What was going on? Elma felt her brain fry in that moment. His body cologne was what she could pitch her focus on and not at all on the sight of blood she could see spotting about his white satin shirt.

"Be sure not to open your eyes until I give the signal to do so, alright?" Riccardo said in an almost whisper.

Elma barely shook her head. Knotting her knuckles hard against his shirt, she gripped onto him for her dear life as he walked her towards the door.

Soledad started to step away from the living room. Elma followed suit. A large antique-infested hallway led out of the sitting room and into another alley that had ordinary walls without any paintings on them. Soon after, they made it into the kitchen.