C760 Lady(1)

Drip, drip, drip. The blood ran in rivulets down the fallen arm, down the fingernailless fingertip, and onto the blood-streaked floor.

The basement was dark and filled with all sorts of instruments of torture, ranging from the most basic of pliers to a barbed collar, and the blood stains on it indicated that it was not a "toy" for collection or closure. It was a killing tool.

"Four minutes