Vivia Fuller shrank her neck, looking terrified in the direction of the sound.
She saw a silver-haired man lounging lazily on a single sofa, with a man lying in front of him, twisted and tortured beyond recognition, beneath him a trail of blood, the air thick with the stench of blood.
"Ah!" She covered her mouth, but couldn't help screaming.
Vivia Fuller had never seen such a scene before, and it scared her legs weak.
The noise startled the man, who glanced sideways, his deep, dark eyes filled with indifference. He nodded slightly, and two men in black dragged Vivia Fuller up and pulled her in front of him.
Vivia Fuller suddenly fell face-first into that winding trail of blood.
Her hands were covered in blood, and her light-colored dress was thoroughly stained; as she frantically wiped her dress, trying to remove the blood, it only spread more.
The smell of blood made her gag continuously, and her stomach churned violently.