I turn away, having finished waving to the kids on the way out.
"I must do something about this dress," I mutter, tugging on the blood-soaked cloth and ignoring the mound of child corpses I left in my wake.
31. The Dress
I turn away, having finished waving to the kids on the way out.
"I must do something about this dress," I mutter, tugging on the blood-soaked cloth and ignoring the mound of child corpses I left in my wake.