C22 Chapter Twenty two

Stupid martin!

My legs do their job ones again, they do what they do best

Run!

I run back to the kitchen my heart pounding like a war drum, taking a bowl of water, from the wooden bowls meticulously arranged in a rack, what’s the use of a spiral bowl, eww

I fill it with warm water, running back to the living room, blood pooling on the white chair, she isn’t doing much about it, just staring