They were vampires.
They were devils... the root of all this suffering.
They should have been killed... No, at the very least, the two vampires should have been completely restrained from the beginning, with rope... Rope wouldn't do. It had to be chains.
One loop... No, two loops. Three loops.
Or.
Or kill... Kill them.
If they could be killed... If they could be killed, Amanda wouldn't have been taken hostage, and she wouldn't have fallen into danger herself.
Why hadn't she done that? Why hadn't she gone through with it... Why hadn't she thought of it?
Ann felt as if her heart had leaped out in an instant. Her thoughts nearly ground to a halt—cold sweat, weakness throughout her body, and her legs seemed to have taken root.
She didn't even dare meet the gazes of the two vampires. She shifted her eyes away, and her gaze met that of the other women... Those gazes seemed to have changed.
They no longer looked completely dull and empty. Instead... they had become frightened—frightened of the two vampires before them, who had merely revealed their sharp fangs and whose eyes had grown slightly more pointed.
Trembling... fear began spreading through the women like a plague.
They suddenly hugged themselves tightly, shivering and curling up... After curling up, they trembled even more violently, like people who had been trapped in a dry well with no sunlight for one, three... ten years, suddenly seeing sunlight shining through the opened mouth of the well... fear.
Just like them...
Herself.
She was actually the same as them, exactly the same... Even though she hadn't suffered these tortures in this milking workshop, she was the same as them.
Ever since that day when all the beauty had been destroyed, ever since she first left that dreamlike,