"You stared at the door knob in your sweaty palms before you swallowed and opened the door. A gust of wind rocked your body as you were hit with a strong metallic scent. Your body turned to stone as you looked at Lady Dom and Cilla, both covered in a dark red, shiny liquid.
Her desk had papers scattered across the surface, with small red blots scattered on the sheets. The floor was covered in a slick layer of blood, some bits and pieces scattered about. Lady Dom's pristine white clothing was stained red, the bottom of her dress dark and saturated. Her long fingers and claw-like nails were covered in the shiny liquid, a shallow puddle on the palm of her hand. Her jaw was tightly clenched, and her lips were pulled into a frown.
You stare at the scene before you, bile crawling its way up your throat. You swallowed and stumbled back to try to leave as fast as you could. But before you could leave, Lady Dom lifted her head to look at her. That stern expression that she adorned vanished, and she smiled softly. The blood that was scattered on her face didn't make it reassuring in the slightest.
"Ah, I see you made it back early, my child."
Lady Dom
