Daddies Taste Better
Noah was lying in the bathtub, his head resting weakly against the edge, eyes half-closed. The water was a deep, horrifying red, thick with his blood.
It looked like he’d been bleeding for a while.
“Noah…” I whispered, my voice barely coming out.
He didn’t respond at first. Then another weak groan escaped him as his head lolled slightly to the side.
I rushed forward, my legs almost buckling beneath me as I dropped to my knees beside the tub. The water was so red it made my stomach turn. My hands shook as I reached for him, pressing against his naked chest, searching desperately for the source of the bleeding.