The Bloody Aftermath at the Manor
Bex fumbled the door once he finally reached Stahs’ room, hissing as his slick fingers made turning the knob difficult. Finally getting it open he carried Stahs to the bath. Stahs was still limp and unmoving, the blood at this point was dry and flaky. Bex carefully lowered him into the tub, fighting down another wave of emotion as he looked at his face and neck again. He swallowed down a sob, looking to the door and yelling, “Fucking hurry up!” Stahs face was bad, real bad. His neck looked bloody, but under the dry blood it had actually healed. … Continue reading The Bloody Aftermath at the Manor