Melissa started crawling the instant she heard the new footsteps, staying low to the ground, her breasts brushing the blood-slick floor as she moved toward me. I pushed off the wall and covered the distance from the other side.
The guards stopped dead in the doorway.
They stood frozen, staring at the carnage: blood and brain matter splattered everywhere, naked corpses twisted on the floor. Their momentum died instantly in the face of the incomprehensible scene.
Melissa reached me. We pressed our backs against the wall together, side by side, her sweat-slick thigh glued to mine, fingers tightly interlaced.
Nobody moved.
Bagins shoved himself up from the floor, coughing dust, his chest heaving, cock swinging as he struggled to his feet.
"Why?" I whispered to her.
She was going to kill us. There was no version in her head where we walked out of this house. Her thoughts were considerably darker than her speech.
"But still—"
