Chapter 152 Death's Freedom
Werewolf Castle.
Hailee sat on the sofa while tightly wrapped in a blanket, feeling a rare sense of safety.
The woman beside her was someone she knew, even though just two hours ago she had been kidnapped and she struggled for her life. She had watched someone bleed and cry in front of her, the screams kept echoing in her ears and every time she closed her eyes, she saw blood and gore.
The sharp knife piercing the flesh, the sizzling sound of her meat cooking, torturing her every moment.
She looked at Rory, and there was no way she could mention the piece of meat that was cut off, the bloody scene, all the terrifying moments.
Red, a red sofa, a red ceiling, a red TV cabinet, and a red Rory.
It was as if a transparent red curtain had been placed over her eyes since she was rescued from the school gate.