***CONTENT WARNING!!!*** THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER DEPICTS GRAPHIC DISPLAYS OF BLOOD AND VIOLENCE! READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!
I drop my blood soaked shirt in the sink and press my back to the counter. What the f**k does she want now? Didn’t she get enough joy and entertainment out of ruining a really nice shirt? Anya steps closer to me as the door swings shut behind her. It is slow and creaking. Kind of like what you would hear in a scary movie. “Hello, little human. I see you didn’t like getting covered in blood. How awful must it be?”
I swallow hard and turn back to cleaning my shirt. “Leave me alone, Anya. I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
Anya hisses and rushes towards me. She grabs my upper arm and digs her nails into the exposed flesh. I can’t help but look down as I see my
