Chapter 25. Teaching Those Bastards A Lesson

The air conditioning in the restroom was turned to freezing, and cold air poured in relentlessly. The toilet continued spewing foul water, drenching Scott, who was soaked to the bone and gagging from the stench.

Desperate to clean himself, he stumbled to the sink, only to find blood-red liquid pouring from the faucet. To make things worse, the overhead light flickered ominously, and a woman’s bloodied face suddenly appeared in the mirror, her hair hanging in disarray.

“Ahhhhhh!”

Scott screamed, collapsing to the floor. The cold air bit into his skin, and the stench was nauseating. He was trembling, his legs too weak to stand, as his stomach clenched painfully again.

This was the most horrifying, disgusting, and humiliating experience of his life.

Outside, little Arthur placed a “Restroom Under Repair” sign by the bathroom door before skipping back to the hotel room.

“Bruce, how’s it going?” he asked his brother.

Bruce, seated in front of his