There she lay, in a puddle of blood and sweat. This felt exhilarating! It was a new sensation that I felt was quiet good. I felt something inside me turn on and before I could do anything to understand this new feeling, Turner, the old doctor, burst into the room.
"Lady Ravenna, what have you done?" He cried out. Great, another to scold me. Rolling my eyes, I turned my line sight away and finally took in the whole room.
The walls were lined with red and something like black, though it was not as dark, maybe a dark violet.
The windows, that were to my right, were ajar with flowers on the window sill. The curtains, however made me want to question the maids. A curtain decides the outlook of the room and this room gave off that heavy, brooding, evil kinda feel.
