"Go, Greba." Ella Lacey carefully concealed herself.
She had just observed that everyone in the Jefferson family had gone to sleep except for Sally Jefferson, who still had a light on in her room. It seemed she was in high spirits; her lips continuously curved in a smile.
At this moment, Greba darted into the room like a bolt of lightning, lunged onto Sally's bed, burrowed under her covers, and with pinpoint accuracy, scratched the part of Sally's lower body that had just been tormented...
By the time Sally awoke from her sleep, Greba had vanished.
"Ah!!!!!"
A scream of excruciating pain erupted from Sally. She felt as if her lower body was being burnt by fire, causing her to writhing in pain. Upon a gentle probe, her fingers were covered in thick, fresh blood...
A flood of fresh blood...
More monumental than a menstrual period...