Redna's POV
When I finally arrive at the living room, there's a gory sight before me, and the answer to my curiosity about the air that whiffed of blood and pus.
I'm hardly in full view and there isn't a door covering the living room. Only soft light, transparent silk linen as a curtain with golden rails and holders.
I look forward, and there's a man on his knees in the centre of a living room, as large as an acre of land on its own.
Half his face is profusely bleeding, and the fingers on his left hand seem to be missing and fresh like they were only recently chopped off.
He's shivering, and there's blood all over the floor, but it seems like they've hardly even started to deal with him yet.
I try hard to suppress the scream threatening to ripple through me at the sight of him as I
