The luxurious bedroom was filled with loud classical music blasting from the speakers.
Erica twirled to the music, a cream colored silk robe embraced her body, she grinned over a glass of wine against her lips as she took a sip, looking like the happiest woman alive.
The vibration of her phone which sat on the light pink sofa drew her eyes, after filling her wine glass with some more champagne, she plopped onto the sofa grabbing her phone then picked the call.
"Tell me, is the kid dead yet?" She asked, no trace of emotions other than glee and anticipation in her eyes.
She listened to something being said to her on the other end before she scoffed, "So the stubborn little devil refuses to die? If she won't go quickly, I don't mind speeding up the process. Did you make sure no one dared to donate their blood?"
