Shattered Face, Unending Revenge

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nto the skin of my cheek. The pain was sharp, immediate, and blinding. It was

the small room. "See? It's your own fault," she chirped, as if she were scol

gony and terror. The leather straps bit deeper into my wrist

ady as she dragged the blade from my temple down to my jaw. "This will sc

ounterpoint to the slicing of my skin. "Me. Not you. Not anyone else. We will have beautiful children. Our son will have his eyes.

new, more profound terror seize

it into the delicate skin just below my eye. I screamed again, the sound a str

ghter. I was so sorry. So sorry I couldn't protect him. I had failed him. A deep, soul-crushing hatred filled me. Hatred for Jann

s dead because o

e pain and despair, a sharp buzzing so

d, and let out an irritated sigh. She glanced at

from a venomous hiss to a sweet, syrupy coo.

t would alert him, but the gag and the p

minor procedure rooms," she li

ear the faint, tinny sound o

find you as soon as I'm done here... Yes, I'll bring the

from her face. She looked down at me, her ey

. But he mentioned he brought a late birthday present

bleeding heart. Joel's birthday was last week. He'd been

fies things. No messy custody battles." She tilted her head, a new, horrifying thought dawnin

stopping on my lower abdomen. A slo

nk so. I am going to be the mothe

lf of the operating table, her eyes glittering with a terrifying,