Killing was too good for him.
Death was an end, even a release. He’d go to hell, there was no question in her mind, and there he would suffer eternal torment. She wanted that for him – eventually. But for the time being, she wanted him to suffer where she could watch.
Laying, cheating son of a bitch! She wanted him to snivel and beg and plead and slither on his belly like the gutter rat he was. She wanted him to bleed from the ears, to scream like a girl. She wanted to twist his adulterous dick into knots while he shrieked for the mercy she’d never give.
She wanted to pound her fists into his beautiful liar’s face until it was a pulpy, pustulated mass of blood and bone.
Then and only then, the dickless, faceless bastard could die. A slow, withering, agonizing death.
….. Divided in Death
Nora Roberts
She certainly has a way with words, been there, felt that, glad it’s over. Sigh, you need to read things like this to remember to be greatful for how far you’ve come and how happy you are now.
Happy Anniversary for yesterday Hon, it’s been the best year of my life, EVER!
