High-pitched screams tore from Bart's throat. It was at odds with his heavy, masculine physique and the vicious-looking scar on his cheek. Nick and John came running down the hallway. Candy peeked around the corner.
“What?" John demanded, out of breath. “Stop screaming like that, did someone cut your balls off?"
Shaking his head, Bart bit the meat of his fingertips to stop himself from screaming but he didn't need to explain further because as the trio stood at the open door of the private washroom, a repulsive metallic scent, like fresh blood, crept into their nostrils. The second wave of the odor was mixed with human excrement.
“What the…?" John covered his nose with his sleeve. Reluctantly, his gaze flickered to survey the inside of the washroom expecting the worst. The scent of viol
