With the pen clenched in my hand, I raise it above my head and thrust it into her eye socket. Blood spurts out of the wound, spraying red onto my white button-up. I plunge the ballpoint into her face over and over again until she’s completely unrecognizable, just a mangled mess of skin, blood, cartilage, and exposed bone. I can’t help but laugh manically. Ding dong, the bitch is dead.
