'Carving?' The word popped into Audrey's head and unconsciously, she craned her head to look at the sole of her foot.
It was hard to see the colour properly due to her head blocking the light. But it was undeniable there was a hint of crimson on parts of her toes and the sticky feeling was none too familiar as she recalled the sensation of having to walk on them sometime long ago.
Her heart beat faster as her brown eyes scanned the emotionless wincing as each and every one of the housekeepers sliced their arms open, creating abstract marks on their forearms!
She was curious and wanted to ask why they were punished but could not bring herself to meddle in his affair. Even when her subconscious whispered at the back of her head, attempting to realise poor Felicia's request, the words remained at the tip of her tongue.
