Getting on my knees for the devil

Jasira fleed up from the ground not tending to her scratched palm, she dashed toward the main manor neglecting the weird looks she was getting from the maids loitering around the manor. She was very sure Alejandro saw her when she peeked inside the room but till she reached her room, there were no signs of him.

She slammed the door to her room shut, twisted the keys to lock it, and still turned down the doorknob to be sure the door was locked. She pant heavily behind the door before she walked wobbly to her bed.

She sat on the bed with her knees drawled up to her chest rocking herself front and backward. She trembled remembering the gory scene she saw earlier.

A bloody t-shirt man was tied to a chair. She can't even identify him because of the blood stain on his face the only thing she recognized was that he had long black hair that covered half of his face. A driller was in his knees and his cries filled the room.

His gloves were bloody and his boot was mess with blood