~ THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW ~
Lord Voltaire ignored it, as he thought it was a waste of time. He then looked back at Thalia's body who was shown in front of him.
There was still small fabric left which covered her breast and at her lower abdomen which was found between her legs.
Lord Voltaire took a deep breath, gripped her waist tightly enough to own her body. "Thalia," he mumbled and prepared himself to push harder.
But in a snap of a finger, the window creaked as it was turned into tiny pieces. The wind became too strong and angry, the place came to be spooky and scary.
"Who's there?!" He quickly covered his vulnerable body with a fabric found beside Thalia.
However, no one answered and the door suddenly unlocked and opened. "Who's there?!" His voice became too deep, yet cracked and broken.
