Bloodstain, part 3.

CURIOSITY ABOUT LOVE

Although it was day, the sky was gray, the heavy clouds didn't allow any ray of sunlight to pass them. A heavy storm was expected that afternoon. The wind whistled bringing with it the cold, which forced them to close the windows, so the torture room had to be lit with torches.

Despite being a heavy and inappropriate job for the genuine's daughter, even more so when she's still just a puppy, it was her own father who forced her to get her hands dirty with innocent blood, in the obligation to leave the room clean for the next victims who would perish in that large and cold room.

The smell made the young woman sick. She felt bad that she couldn't do anything. She couldn't understand why they had to be so mean.

If my brother were alive... would he also participate in this? Would he take pleasure in making others suffer? She questioned herself with disgust. Surely, he would, after all, he would be raised and trained to be that way. He'd learn how to step on his weak b