Azalea

I didn’t think it could get worse. I thought the screams, the blood, and the metallic stench of agony were the worst things I’d ever experience.

But then... the silence came.

The silence was so thick and unnatural that it felt like a heavy weight pressing against my chest, suffocating me.

No more begging. No more tortured wails. Just the soft drip… drip… drip of blood hitting the floor.

My throat tightened as I saw him shift his focus to me, his ...