Vivienne’s POV (Cont.)
The box slipped from my hands before my mind could even process what I was seeing.
It hit the floor with a dull thud.
The lid cracked open and everything inside spilled out.
Something wet and heavy landed first.
It slapped against the tiles and spread slightly.
I stared at it.
My mind refused to understand.
Red.
White.
Torn.
It looked like flesh, cut into pieces and crushed together.
Blood coated it. Thick. Sticky. It slowly spread outward, forming a dark, uneven pool across the floor.
Then the smell hit.
Rotten. Metallic. Sour.
It rushed into my nose, down my throat, before I could react.
My stomach twisted violently.
My vision blurred.
A gag tore out of me.
I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t think.
My entire body locked in place as I stared at the me
