Iron Maiden(Gore Warning)
Ophelia's POV:
A building filled with disguised undead soldiers to protect one man? I could take it, but I wasn't so sure about the others. Thus, slipping out of the damned truck before time, I'd locked them all in so nobody could disturb my hunt.
'Enforcer First, the man who put me through such torment, the man who turned me into a machine for murder…' Just the thought of putting him through misery swirled a sweet yet corruptive taste through my mouth. 'Don't try to escape that damned truck, and I'll bring you his head myself.'
With one last look at my companions banging on the locked back door of the vehicle, I was off on my way to bring about a slaughter. Weapons drawn on both hands, my eyes were fixed on the glass doors serving as the building's entrance. Standing by it were two human guards, both petrified with fear as I approached them.