THE WOUNDS ON HIS FACE drip crimson liquid . arm comes to swipe the blood away . ross is concerned at the amount that coats his shirt . still , the ordeal seems to be far from over .
FAR FROM OVER WAS ONLY one way of putting it. arms folding behind his back as he examined his work. if he was in a better mood, he may have stopped himself long before it got this far, but he wasn’t. in-fact, all he wanted to do was get answers; if that didn’t work? he could just leave the guy here… bleeding out. maybe someone would find him? if they didn’t… touch. “ now, are you ready to do as i ASK ?”
Hellfirebound 