"Bad idea…" a voice echoed around the secluded room. Confused, the guards looked around to no avail, the noise had come from seemingly nowhere.
"What are you waiting for, get to it," they urged on, saliva drooled, the one responsible turned ecstatic at the sight of blood and suffering. The knife dowsed in saltwater made contact.
*Bang,* he fell, blood splattered around the table. It partially hit the injured leg, Claudia watched in awe – her mind went numb; a reaction to keep what little sanity remained.
"WHO'S THERE!," on guard, the inquisitors looked at one another, "-what's happening?" questions went around till four shots ended the cacophony.
'Tharis is awesome, no longer is there a need to get the hands bloodied,' from the shadows, a figure walked. Blood flowed from the barred room into the hallway, all was dark and dim.
