The glass table, in the center of the extravagant condominium, broke beneath the impact of her weight as her body knocked heavily through the small furniture, falling to the floor. The sunlight, shining in through the windows that expanded across the wall overlooking the busy streets of Manhattan, glistened across the sea of shards splattered across the apartment floor. She groaned, attempting to roll onto her back to sit up, while holding her stinging face. Her hand rose shakily, to remove the thick shard that protruded through the skin of her cheek. She yanked at it agonizingly slow, gritting her teeth to hold back a yelp of pain as the movement resulted in a sharp sting. Her lip curled into a sneer as she stared down at the crimson stain that dirtied the edge of the small fragment. Her jaw clenched, the pain of her cheek intensified by the droplet of blood that crawled down her skin, now dripping from the edge of her jaw.
Fucking bastard...
Flinging the shard away from her, she fixed her heated gaze to meet his sinister one, whilst using her aching limbs to lift herself from the floor.
"You'll pay for what you've done to me!"
A hard chuckle resonated in the room as response, fueling her anger. Clenching her fist at her sides, she yelled as she ran forward, charging the tall figure of the man who stood above her. She had to wipe that cocky smirk off his stupid face, a face that haunted her dreams constantly laughing at her and enjoying her misery. She had to get revenge. She head butted his stomach, causing a loud grunt in surprise to escape him as they toppled heavily to the floor. She quickly regained her position atop him and began repeatedly pounding his face with her fist. Over and over, harder and harder, until blood spattered her fist, and even then she couldn't stop. She wouldn't stop. Her body wouldn't let her. Speaking breathlessly in rhythm with each blow,
"You...dirty....son....of...a bitch!"
" I'll kill you.....I'll....fucking...kill...you!!!"
She drew her arm far back and snapped it forcefully forward for the finale punch that resulted in the satisfying crack of his skull resonating throughout her fist. Breathing heavily, she lifted herself from his body and stood over him. A slow smile crosses her face as she flexes her blood smeared hand.
She'd won.
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Requiem for Revenge
Romance[[WARNING]] ** This story is full of extremely violent scenes, sexual content, vulgar language, highly disturbing/traumatizing situations, and is strictly advised for mature audiences** If you want a story that ends with people skipping happily th...
