BRIA
As soon as I entered the living room all eight- maybe nine (I was nervous ok?!) heads snapped towards me except one. I slowed down a bit and tried to portray my best confident look. When my eyes finally landed on what was in front of me, they went wide with fear and I regretted stepping a foot outside of my room. My breath caught in my throat and suddenly I felt thirsty than ever.
There was a man on his knees, his hands were tied with rope behind his back, neck hanging down and whole body was covered in wounds and.... blood. He was covered in blood from head to toe. His clothes were tattered at places giving the glimpses of his deep wounds. I nervously took a step towards him and saw his face covered in bruises and cuts gushing out with blood. His eyes were half-closed and he was mumbling something along the lines of 'you will pay the prize'.
