Crazy Bitch

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Norin's POV

As I watched Eric, bound and fearful, I couldn't help but feel a twisted satisfaction. My vengeance for Rafaela drove me, but deep down, I still clung to a sliver of hope. If Eric would only plead with me, perhaps he could convince me to spare his life. I wanted to see if he would beg me to reconsider, if he could somehow make me forget the pain and anger that fueled my actions.

I mocked him, my voice dripping with malice.

Norin: "So, where's your little special agent now, Eric? Did you really think she would save you? I'm getting bored waiting for her to show up. Maybe you'll just die here without a grand hero to rescue you."

My mind felt like it was unraveling. I found myself talking to an imaginary version of Rafaela, as if she were right there with me, urging me to end Eric's life immediately.

Imaginary Rafaela: "You shouldn't wait. Just kill him now. You've waited long enough."

I shouted at the empty space around me, arguing with the phantom in my head.

Norin: "No! I need to wait for Liezel. It has to be a grand finale. If I kill Eric now, it won't be enough. I need her to see the full extent of my revenge."

The internal conflict tormented me. Part of me wanted to end Eric's life quickly, but another part insisted that the true satisfaction would come from making Liezel suffer. I argued with myself, my emotions swinging wildly between rage and a twisted sense of justice.

Imaginary Rafaela: "You're losing time. The sooner you act, the sooner you can get it over with."

Norin: "No! I need this to be perfect. Liezel has to witness everything. She has to see her precious Eric die and know it's because of her."

My frustration mounted, and I found myself shouting at the ghostly presence in my mind, desperate to make my plan come to fruition. The anticipation and anger built up within me, creating a storm of emotions that threatened to consume me entirely.

As the hours dragged on, I paced the room, torn between my desire for vengeance and the need to deliver a dramatic finale. The time for waiting felt like a cruel joke, but I was determined to see it through, no matter the cost.

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