[Back At The Warehouse]
"Enough wasting time," Roberts said as he stood up, wiping the blood from his blades.
Aurora's blood pooled around her, a reminder of the torment she had endured. She laid on the cold floor, still tied, unable to scream despite the searing pain that coursed through her body.
"I must say, you're quite strong for a woman - most people break long before this," Roberts remarked as he walked over to the table where his tools were laid out.
He calmly removed the box and cleared the table of any remaining clutter. "I've really enjoyed our little fun time together, but you know what they say - all good things must come to an end."
He turned back toward Aurora, who was barely conscious, her strength drained from the loss of blood.
"Unfortunately, for this next part, I'm going to need you to stop breathing. I can't have you moving around while I'm working," Roberts said, his voice eerily calm.
