art by jagged flashes of lightning. Thunder rattl
A
with such explosive force it slammed
in rain, his hair plastered to his forehead,
ack Japanese bento box. The veins in
, wearing a thin silk robe, her e
hurled the bento box directly a
ith a deafening, metallic crash, spraying leftover sauce and ri
h a psychotic level of rage. He looked li
her up until her spine hit
he roared, his voice loud
st the wall on either side
hot and smelling of liquor against her face. "I ordered the
ath caught i
eathly allergic to that specific fish! She could have gone into anaphylactic shock! I know
biological impossibility ha
hat garbage, slapped her name on it, just so you could watch us make fools of
the lightning illuminatin
o me. I made that for your heart. Your liver enzym
ut
pped the last thre
ueeze hard enough to cut off her air, but the physical degradation
jealousy," he hissed, his eyes black with hatred. "If you ever tr
e wall, releasing her neck as
o the master bedroom, and slammed
ll until she hit the floor. He
s the marble. Slowly, numbly, she reached out to p
liced deep into
lood welled up and fel
dead. He knew she was watching him. The crisis inside his chest was
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