Scarlet's pov
The air was thick with the strong smell of raw decomposing flesh.
I shouldn't have come here, I felt a sense of dread at what could happen.
The sound of footsteps in a rush, the sharpening of knives, the fire crackled fiercely as the pots banged on it.
Cut.
The knives landed on the board with a thump shredding the meat in half.
Even closer I could hear the thumping of their heart and how the blood rushes through their veins to supply blood around their body.
I gulped, grabbing the scruff of clothing at the neck side trying to give more room, feeling a certain kind of hunger grow within me.
A bead of sweat trails down the nape of my neck.
It was hot.
I groaned trying to drain out the noises but to no avail. My mind was in a complete turmoil. I could not think properly.
It was of no use. What was going to happen to me?
The panic rush flowed through my body, keeping me immobile.
