Chapter 7: The Stare of the Damned
The officers hauled Ruby to her feet. She was groaning, a stark contrast to the dominant monster she had been minutes prior. Blood mixed with her heavy foundation, running down her face in grotesque streaks.
As they snapped the cold steel cuffs around her wrists, Ruby looked over her shoulder. Her eyes locked onto Arthur and Clara. She didn't speak. She couldn't. The panic in her eyes was slowly being replaced by something darker, a venomous, simmering hatred that promised this was far from over.
As the elevator doors closed on Ruby and the officers, Arthur picked Clara up in his arms. Her white dress was stained with dust, and she was clutching her stomach, her face twisted in pain. The true nightmare, Arthur realized as he felt warm liquid seeping through Clara's dress onto his white suit, was only just beginning.
