The hot water streamed down my face in the shower and I could slowly feel the exhaustion and well...the blood that didn't even belong to me leaving my body.
I was still in Tyler's prison on the ocean; I was given the freedom to leave but imagine the stares I would get if I went out in public half-naked and covered in blood.
Mrs. Russou thankfully didn't stop by, but she did send over some people to clean up Tyler's mess and gave him an earful of threats and curses in Portuguese over the phone.
The few people who were still alive and tied up got out unscathed...well, kind of unscathed.
Tyler was worried that they'd blab about his identity and what they witnessed, but after the doctor that came along ran a few tests on them, they were all extremely traumatized so they were sent to a mental health facility.
The people Mrs. Russou sent cleaned the place so good no one would've guessed there was a sadistic madman torturing and killing people in it.