D O M I N I C
My mind was reeling and I couldn't wrap my head around what I was seeing. My eyes wouldn't move, and I couldn't turn my head away from the sight in front of me.
There was no way.
This wasn't happening.
This was all a dream.
I must have fallen asleep on the way home, and this was a nightmare. Yasmine's hands were covered in blood, and her body was covered in a white cloth, tied with a black rope. There were black feathers, and ashes on the ground.
The stench of burnt flesh was the worst part, and I couldn't believe that my wife was capable of such vile, wicked things.
It doesn't take a genius to know what she was doing. She was performing black magic, voodoo and other rituals.
I was disgusted, and my skin was crawling with rage. Yasmine came from a lineage of witches,
