In areas still not fully reclaimed and rebuilt by the government, the man of the house was obeyed like he was God, and what happened in the home was never spoken of to outsiders. The afternoons were spent working outside, meeting with people and making sure everything in town was running smoothly. But the house was silent, no signs of anyone. “Such a lovely girl, such smooth skin,” he hummed. Blood covered Dominion’s face as he drained the priest, adding yet another human soul to his collection. Both the sheriff and Boyd sat in chairs opposite Harold, stern and fearful looks on their faces. I’ll probably have to send word to the woodsmen to watch out as well.”
“Too late.”
The mayor and sheriff turned and looked outside, where a large man was standing at the head of the crowd. It slid through her mouth and down her throat like a poison. Not only did they barely communicate with the town, they barely even communicated with each other.
