"Where on earth did you find that," Madeline questioned quietly.
Ivan only stared at the once beautifully perfect cloth, an eerie grin fixed onto his abnormally pale face. The woods of a vast Canadian
forest was quiet, but Ivan knew that this silence was all planned exactly 72 hours ago.
Madeline's faded lavender eyes were fixed on the blood-stained cloth, frozen in puzzlement and dread. precisely 11 words escaped
past her naturally rosy lips. "This wasn't just a stroll in the woodlands, was it Ivan...?"
All so abruptly, an unstably insane male with swirling pale pink and blue eyes advanced toward her from behind. Before the young
woman could rebound, an alarmingly needle-pointed knife was gingerly pressed against her baby soft skin.
"If you do not want to be executed, you shall do as you are told. It seems fair enough, da?"