Chapter 35 Shadows Of Survival

• Max was seated at his desk, sleeves pushed up, carefully wiping the blood from his hands using a white handkerchief. The red marks blotted across the cloth, a glaring reminder of his cruelty. The slight metallic odor hung in the atmosphere as he took off a handcuff from his wrist, its edges still stained with Vee’s blood.
• The door slowly opened with a creak, revealing a guard who entered, his face white and his hands trembling.
• He hesitated, unsure if interrupting Max in such a moment was wise.