Knox's p.o.v.
Blood has been washed from my flesh, but I can still smell it on my soul. It's always like this. Whenever I torture someone, I don't feel a thing...but after some hours, it feels like I got stuck between the tides of blood, pain, and screams.
Oh, so loud screams...
They never really stop, the screams. Always echoing in the back of my head. Sighing, I ignored whatever unknown emotion I was feeling and opened the glass door of the backyard instead.
The black trousers and blue T-shirt I am wearing had recently been washed, I should have smelled the fragrance of detergent...or the chocolaty incense of my cologne, or the lavender aroma of my shower gel. I literally scrubbed my body with it until it went all red and started hurting.
I should have smelled anything but this
