Chapter 119 Hang The Witch
- The anger inside me ignited like wildfire, uncontrollable and all-consuming. "You were the one who made those guys do that to her!" I roared, my voice trembling with rage. In an instant, I lunged forward, grabbing her by the collar, and slammed her against the wall with all the force I could muster. "You vile, heartless bitch! How could you inflict the same horror that you once endured on someone as innocent as her?"
- My hands, driven by blind fury, found their way to her throat. I began to squeeze, blocking out the world around me. The sounds of Dominic and Victoria calling out to me faded into a distant, muffled hum, overtaken by the furious whistling in my ears. I could barely feel their hands pulling at my shoulders, desperate to snap me out of my rage.
- But as her face flushed crimson, and her struggling grew weaker, a cold realization struck me. My grip loosened, and I staggered back, horrified at what I had almost done. My hands shook uncontrollably, and my legs felt like they might give out at any moment. I spun around, searching for something, anything, to anchor myself. Instead, I found Hunter standing there, a twisted, proud smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. But what really shattered me was the look in Dominic's and Victoria's eyes—fear, raw and unmasked.