★SNAKE★

~CHAPTER 13~

The snake walked back towards me, her eyes filled with concern. Ohh please, She gently held my arm, "What's wrong?" Always the kind and calm words.

I looked up at her. "Why are we here? Are you going to lock me up and let them do horrible things to me?" I blurted out, no need for moving around the bush.

Miss Stella's expression changed; got you, she looked taken aback by my words as if she had no idea what I was talking about. "Oh dear, no, not at all," Her brows were furrowed in confusion as she said softly.

"We are here to clean the... mess that was made," she said, but when she reached the word "mess," her expression faltered. Her eyes darted nervously to the side, and her voice dropped to a whisper.

She's definitely hiding something, My eyes narrowed, why did she look nervous when she said "mess"? And where the hell were the cleaning tools? We hadn't brought anything with us - no bucket, no soap, no water. It didn't make sense.

Looking at Miss Stella's kind and gentle face, searching for answers. "Where are the tools we're going to use?"

Her expression returned to its usual calmness. "They're all there, where we're going to clean," Something didn't feel right. My gut feeling was screaming at me. I tried pushing aside my doubts and nodded instead, following Miss Stella out of the elevator.

What's the point, arguing would be pointless,it would just go on and on and if I don't co-operate, I feel like I might get in trouble.

She took the lead again, and we turned a corner - the same corner where Mister Tattoo's dead body had been lying.

I froze, my eyes fixed on the bloody ground. His body was gone, but the blood remained, a stupid reminder of what had happened.

The bloodstains were huge, making me feel nauseous so fast.

So much blood, it's making the memories come back, no, go away. My eyes darted away quickly, searching for something to distract me from the horrible scene.

That's when I saw the cleaning supplies - a bucket, mop, and various tools, neatly arranged against the wall.

Miss Stella walked towards the cleaning supplies before she turned and faced me, a smile plastered on her face. "See, I told you they were here already," she said but I was shocked.

How could she be so calm, so collected, when faced with this bloody scene? Didn't she feel the same horror, the same revulsion, that I did? Or was she just used to it? Was this place filled with blood and violence every day, to the point where she'd become desensitized to it?

Staring at her calm and collected face, I detected a flicker of sadness, or perhaps, a touch of concern in her eyes. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by her usual serene smile.

But then, reality hit me hard - who was going to clean this up, ohh hell no.

I was the one who was supposed to clean up this mess. My eyes moved to the blood-covered floor, getting me all worked up

"M...m...Miss Stella, am I...am I the one who's going to clean this up?" Stuttering, my voice was shaking, looking back at her.

That smile was still on her face, "Yes, dear, you have been specifically tasked to take care of this," Tasked, she said, walking towards me.

But I stepped back from her outstretched hand. I didn't want her to touch me, didn't want her to come any closer.

She sighed. "I know this is a little tough," A little? This was a nightmare. "But you will get used to it," she continued. "Just stay calm, and it shall pass."

Her hand touched my shoulder, and I flinched. But she just adjusted my maid's gown again. I let her do it as my mind was so numb and unresponsive.

"I shall come check up on you when you're done," she said, patting me on the shoulder before turning to walk away.

I watched her go, feeling that abandoned and alone emotions.

Drifting my eyes away from her retreating form and over to the cleaning equipment, I slowly began to move towards it.

I picked up the mop and bucket, the bucket was slightly heavier than I expected, but I managed to lift it without straining myself.

Carried them over to the bloody stain, Just stay calm, and it will pass, I repeated to myself, trying to find some semblance of comfort in the words.

I dipped the mop into the water, watching the clear liquid turned a crimson red. My stomach roiled in response, and bile rose up in my throat.

I vomited air, the smell of blood and iron hit me like a punch to the gut. But I gritted my teeth and continued, my chant growing more urgent in my mind.

Just stay calm, and it will pass. Repeated it over and over, trying to drown out the sound of my own ragged breathing. But before I could even take another breath, a loud gunshot rang out, making me duck for cover.

Thinking for sure I was the target, that someone was shooting at me.

I peeked around the corner and I saw a door at the side of the hallway swinging open, and a man in a suit walked out.

He was covered in blood from head to toe. He walked past me to the elevator without even sparing me a single glance.

My eyes drifted back to the room he had come out of, and I saw two other men in suits walking around, carrying something huge wrapped in nylon.

As they moved, the nylon shifted, revealing a sharp edge that looked closely like a human bone. My stomach turned as I realized what I might be looking at.

The two men passed me too, their faces expressionless, and I quickly looked down, not wanting to draw attention to myself.

Keeping my head down, wondering what the hell was going on in this place.

I slowly stood back up and looked down. Shit, my maid's gown was now stained with blood.

That was the final straw for me as a huge bile rose in my throat, and I couldn't hold it down. Throwing up, all the contents in my stomach spilling out onto the floor.

Dropping the mop I was holding, I fell and my hands landed in the bloody puddle.

Horror and revulsion filled me, my hands were covered in blood, its seeping into my skin.

My hands scrambled to get out of the blood, pushing myself away from the area. My vision began to spin, and my eyes felt like they were rolling back in my head.

The memories, the voice were all coming back, no, go away. desperate to get away from the blood;

My eyes were not focused. Please, go away, please.

Worthless!, I'm not

Useless!!, nooo please.

Weak!!, leave me alone.

Make it stop, please, make it stop.

Killer!!!

"Dear, dear, Katya!!,"