He Smelled Much Better Than A Corpse

After work, it was midnight by the time Adrienne had returned home. She opened the door. The house was pitch-dark; Jefferson wasn't home. Perhaps, he had gone out to hang with his friends. Adrienne turned on the light and dragged her exhausted body to the bathroom. She had stayed in the autopsy room with the rotten and stinky corpse for the entire day. She felt like she too smelled like the corpse. She had to wash up quickly so that she could forget the terrible things in her mind for the time being. Adrienne turned on the water tap all the way and stood under the running water without taking off her clothes. Unexpectedly, the more she wanted to wash away those terrible memories, the more those memories poured into her mind like a flood. The fresh blood and the pieces of flesh scattered all over the ground... "No, no, no..." In a trance, Adrienne seemed to have returned to the crime scene from a year ago. The floor was scattered with flesh and the shower water pouring over her head had