Chapter thirty seven
Joseph: Emily’s scream shocked me to the bones. It felt like the whole building shook with her fear. After mink linking her I dart up the stairs with most of the group on my heels. She looked pale. So pale you could have almost mistaken her for a ghost. The colour had left her cheeks, even her hair seemed to be a more pale red. Her eyes don’t move from the open door. I walk slowly towards her as not to startle her. I follow her line of sight. What the f**k?! A dead fox has been hampered above our bed. It’s ruby blood dripping all over our bed head and onto her pillow. Next to the fox written in red written, which I’m assuming is blood is the words your next slave. “Who the f**k did this?!” I growl. “I want their head”. Sam walks over to take a look. His eye cloud over as he mind l
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