Claire's POV
He throws up a green liquid into the floor with chunks of what looks like- tuna? I pat his back awkwardly as I glance around. Two dead corpses in one room, and another (without a hand of course) in the room that I had just come from. These people must be really dense if they haven't noticed that I escaped yet. They should have checked up on me by now, and found her body, hopefully sounding the alarm or whatever. But instead, all I hear is the retching of this man in front of me. No alarms.
After a while of dry heaving, he shakily lifts his hand up and wipes at his mouth hastily. I wrinkle my nose in disgust and get out of my crouching stance.
"I had to do it. I had to get revenge." He says in a broken voice. I nod and glance at the dead women.
"I loved her." He whispers
