Madeline stared back at Calhoun, his words knocking the remaining air out of her body to breath right. The punishment he was speaking about, Madeline knew it was not the same as what he bestowed on others. The punishment for her was completely different from others who were punished directly by receiving immediate death.
It seemed like it was not just her blood anymore that Calhoun wanted to take from her.
"Come with me, sweet," said Calhoun to her, coaxing her by walking towards the bed. She had dug her grave too deep today that it didn't look like she would be able to get away from it. At the same time, Madeline felt her skin turning alive. Even the smallest wind that passed through the window made her stomach turn.
"W-what are you going to do?" asked Madeline, her feet moving slow and steady so that she wouldn't fall as she felt her knees turn weak.
