felt nothing as I gripped his head between my hands, ripping and ripping and ripping while his screams of pain turned to ones of utter, excruciating fear, begging me, pleading with me. Rosalie’s beautiful voice filled the room, speaking my name as I tore through muscle and bone and flesh and I thrived on the moment the light went out in his eyes. I wrenched his head clean off and his body crumpled beneath me like the sack of shit it was. Blood coated me as I tossed his head aside, the shower not running at this end of the unit so I remained painted in his death, my shoulders rising and falling
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