Snippet #1735288

It was over. The guest room that had once been Tom's was now a blood bathed altar. Esther had watched in horror as Tom cut through the young butler before making his way to Deget. He'd killed her. Slit her throat and yet she died with a smile. The two of them had just perished in each other's arms - and for what? Because Tom was insane. He was insane and dangerous and frightening. And now he was gone. And Deget. Deget whom Esther barely said any words to. Both of them were gone, as well as Monica, in a single day. And now she was alone...

Drake pushed her to the side as he made for the bodies. So much blood. She never truly realized how much blood the human body contained. Esther couldn't bear the sight of it any longer. It was like a scene from Hell. Worse than anything she ever could have imagined on her own. Feeling a painful lump rise up into her throat, the girl stumbled a bit, doubled over. She leaned a hand against the wall to steady herself as she began to cough and choke softly. She was trapped. Everywhere she looked there was death. She couldn't even close her eyes anymore - the images permeated her very mind. Tears ran down her hot, red face as she struggled to catch her breath. Aimlessly stumbling along, Esther couldn't think anything beyond getting away from it all. Away from Drake. Away from the blood and the bodies. Away from this manor.

She never saw what Drake had done to Deget and Tom...