AXEL SALVATORE ROSSI

Olivia was bleeding.

And Nelly stood in front of her, cackling and taking pictures of her on the floor, with blood trickling down her thumb.

The sound of broken glass had alerted me in my room. I’d frozen for a second after the sound, and rushed down immediately only to see… that.

Dressed in her nightgown, Olivia had her knees on the floor. Blood trickled down her thumb, and she kept gasping like she was struggling to breathe.

“Olivia!”

Fear gripped my voice, ...