Anna fell onto the couch as she breathed heavily. Anna knew that what she had done was unnecessary, inefficient even. But her hate for these people had taken over her reasoning, and the euphoria from the pleasure of revenge made it all the worse to control her mind.
Suddenly, the curtains of the room parted as White walked in.
White frowned as he saw the food lying all around the room. He looked around, and his eyes fell on the dead man lying on the ground.
'What happened here? Who is this? and more importantly… Why does he look like that?' White questioned inwardly as he saw the look of absolute horror and agony on the face of the dead man.
"He came to kidnap me," Anna spoke, her voice cold as a frozen lake.
"What?" White blinked a few times as he heard that.
He turned his head to the dead man's face and thought while shivering.
'That face doesn't look like a person who came to kidnap someone,' But he didn't say it out loud.
