The heavy metallic scent of blood filling the room finally snapped Ethan back to reality.
He stumbled as he rushed toward the bed. "Claire! Claire, what happened to you?!" Her name trembled uncontrollably from his lips.
He reached out, wanting to help the blood-covered figure on the bed sit up, but his hands froze helplessly in midair, too afraid to touch her.
Only when the woman on the bed heard him calling out did she slowly awaken from unconsciousness and open her eyes weakly.
"Ethan…"
Ethan’s expression stiffened instantly. Only then did he realize the woman lying on the bed was not Claire.
It was Sophie.
“Sophie? Why are you here? What are you doing here? Where’s Claire?”
The night before, Sophie had been stuffed into a sack and whipped one hundred time
