Percival the Beast

A chill shot through Percival from head to toe, leaving him frozen in place. His eyes narrowed, and it felt like his heart was being yanked out of his chest.

Tears welled up in Percival’s eyes as he stared, horrified, at the bloody mess in the basin. Was that what was left in Eulalia’s stomach? Chewed up, undigested bits of tissue paper soaked in her blood?

“Why the hell would she eat this stuff...”

Orion coldly glared at him, his own eyes misty with tears. “I should be asking you what the hell you did to her that she had to stuff her face with tissue paper to keep from starving!”

It was him. He had locked her in the bedroom for four days. Four days without food, and she resorted to eating tissue paper. Percival, who had a mild stomach condition, knew how excruciating stomach pain could be, let alone for Eulalia who was in the advanced stages of stomach cancer.

Percival looked like a drowning man grasping for air. He clenched the plastic basin so hard his knuckles turned white, and th