"DRIP..."
In the pitch-black, silent bathroom, water still dripped from the showerhead, sending ripples across the surface of the tub already filled with hot water.
Through Gu Ning's tear-blurred vision, a blue light flickered, sometimes dim, sometimes bright. The dripping grew more frequent and louder, and her drifting thoughts and hearing became a confused jumble, making it impossible to distinguish the source of the sounds around her.
'Did Barto forget to turn the faucet off all the way?'
The blue light before her flared bright again. She bit her lip, her hands gripping the edge of the sink, straining so hard her knuckles turned white. It was as if she were about to tear a chunk from the solid stone.
The sounds of swallowing and licking gradually drowned out the dripping water, like a beast hidden in the night savoring its captured prey.
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