Chapter 8

"Are you sure your favorite way to die is being mauled to death by a dog?" Ernest looked at Sasha, seeking confirmation once more. Sasha lay spread-eagle on the bed. She met Ernest's gaze with eyes burning with exhilaration. "Yes, yes! Hurry up! I can't wait any longer!" With that, Ernest revealed a cold smirk before loosening his grip on the leash. The second the rope slackened, the wolfdog lunged at her like a beast from hell. It tore into her with frenzied chomps. Blood gushed from her body, but she seemed to feel no pain. She simply lay there, bathing in bliss. A smile played on her lips, and her eyes shone with delight. She looked a​​s if she had reached ultimate satisfaction. It was like she had gone insane—completely insane. The gruesome scene made my heart pound violently, and my hands began to shake uncontrollably. I watched as the wolfdog sunk its teeth deeper into Sasha's flesh. Taking a breath, I forced down the nausea rising in my chest and grabbed a rock from the g