His body was splattered with the man's blood thick crimson streaks across his broad chest, arms, and even his face, where droplets clung to his stubbled jaw and smeared over his cheek like war paint from the brutal torture he'd inflicted right in front of her.

She watched in horror as he dragged the guy into the center of the room, beating him senseless with fists that cracked ribs and split skin, the air filling with wet thuds and screams that turned to gurgles. Blood sprayed in arcs as his knuckles tore into flesh, painting his skin in glossy red, his face twisted in rage, eyes wild. Only then did he pull the gun and end it with a shot to the head, the corpse slumping in a pool of its own gore, dead eyes staring at her accusingly.