Romeo's POV
Donald needed to continue to turn the music up. Anastasia's shouts reverberated around the storm cellar. Ultimately, her shouts cut out totally, her body horrendous and dead, having killed the b***h. Goodness, how I adored hearing her shout. Blood covered the stone floor red, the smell was impactful, and the spot stunk of raw meat.
Cleaning up in the dirty sink, I dry them on a hessian pack I found sitting next to it prior to taking a look at the old witch's pelt balancing up on a snare from the roof, respecting my craftsmanship. I set out toward the steps with a shrug. The unsteady old advances squeaked under my weight as I climbed them. Opening the door, I shake my head when I see Don shaking his butt and moving to the music he had booming uproariously. Don was all the whil
