It’s time.

I’ve already disposed of the others, making sure each one of them suffered and was found quickly..
Royce is last.

I want him to know I’m coming.

To fear.

To suffer.

I grin when I see the guards. They’re no match for me and dead before I’ve even counted to five.

Royce is in the other room; I can hear him whimper. Smell the stench of fear and alcohol dripping from him.

When I crash through the locked doors, he scurries away, blubbering for mercy. Soiling himself as he takes everything in.

White dress.

Ruby red eyes.