Bright's actions, paradoxically gentle in handling her but terrifying in intent, left her in a state of deep fear and vulnerability, unsure of what would come next.
"Is the water warm enough? Are you comfortable?" Bright asked gently, as if he were caring for a lover. His tone was soft, but the words that followed were chilling.
"I will be kind enough to leave your body beautiful for public display. You wouldn't like it if you were shown with your skin red and peeling, right?"
Tears streamed down Ross's cheeks. Paralyzed, she could only move her eyelids, and she screamed internally, her mind overwhelmed by terror and helplessness.
Bright adjusted Ross's position in the bathtub, ensuring that she would be fully submerged once the tub was completely filled.
His actions were methodical and deliberate, betraying no emotion other than a cold practicality as he prepared what seemed to be her final resting place.
