Chapter 32 Chapter 30 Santa Marta Dormitory

It was so easy to gain that guy's trust to get into his room, and now he'll have a lot of time regretting opening the door.Every time Kaloski cut him, his words of regret bubbled out painfully. "Be still, my lord. It will not be long." Victims are less and less able to fight back.Blood drenched the sheets and trickled down to the Persian rug below, and his strength was slowly leaving him.But he wasn't completely unconscious yet, he could feel the pain of every cut Kaloski cut him, and every cut on his body. The cardinal's chest was piled high with Karowski's artifacts.Now he was thinking carefully about what he had written.He held up the camera with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and took every shot.He can't give up the memory here.It's a pity that the camera is not very good, it's a disposable one, it just worked, but now it all depends on it.While taking pictures, he teased Cardinal Cardoso.

He said to the camera: "Hi, my lord cardinal. Oh, you can't speak anymore, I will pull out your tongue in a second. I need your 'gift of language'." Only Karowski himself laughed at the creepy joke.He lowered the camera, pulled out a knife and held the bishop in the face.He stuck out his tongue in a mocking gesture and made his first mistake. Karowski began to take out the things that the bishop had stuffed in his mouth. Although the victim lying on the bed was terrified, he was not completely powerless like the other victims.He mustered all the strength left in his body and let out a scream that carried the hallways of the building.