Arthur pushed open the bathroom door in annoyance, ready to shout at whoever had the audacity to use his shower.
The moment he stepped inside—
He froze.
The sight before him was both horrifying and strangely mesmerizing.
Standing under the shower was a woman in her twenties.
Water streamed over her flawless, curvaceous figure with ample breasts, full and heavy with perfect teardrop shape.
A narrow waist flaring into wide hips; and a plump, heart-shaped as her boobs that jiggled subtly with each movement.
Her body was undeniably beautifull—long, toned legs glistening with rivulets of water, smooth skin glowing under the fluorescent lights, every curve sculpted like a goddess from an erotic fantasy.
But horror marred the beauty as most of her body and hair were drenched in fresh blood, thick crimson smears coating her pink locks in dark clumps, splattered across her heaving breasts, trickling down her flat stomach, and pooling at her feet before swirling into the drain.
