She lifted the pan to hit him again anyway. He threw his arms over his head to protect himself, pulling his knees into his chest. For someone who was so terrifying—so cruel—it still felt wrong to bash him when he wasn’t willing to fight back. With a beleaguered sigh, she threw the skillet onto the counter with a loud clang.
Cora, you are a weakling little BITCHHHH UGH
