Natalie pov.

I heard my own screams reverberate through the warehouse as I watched Nick brutally pull the knife out of my father's heart, blood immediately spurting out of his chest, the smell of blood emanating into the air. My father's pupils gradually lost their light.

I cried out and struggled with all my might, but my limbs were held down by the group of hooligans. I couldn't move. The strong smell of blood stimulated the group of hooligans, who were enjoying the excitement brought to them by the blood. They looked at me with crazy and teasing eyes.

Sarcasm, ridicule, mockery, spitefulness.

"The old dog is dead, and the...