Wicca groaned, shattering the flower vase beside her. But it only increased her rage as she started smashing everything within her reach. It did not matter to her that she was damaging the hotel property. She could feel it in her bones that forces were playing against her. Once she finished destroying, she looked for wine. She poured glass after glass, trying to relax in her tub, but it wasn't helping. When she could no longer take the anxiety, she groaned, slamming the wine glass.
Wicca got out of the tub without caring to cover her naked body as water dripped onto the floor. She even did not bother that her feet were getting bruised from glass pieces as she stepped on them. She walked without a care in the world as her blood stained the Italian floor. She had only one thing on her mind
