Chapter 47

• 47. No more monster in her closet
• A sob was about to spill from my mouth. But it somewhere turned into a laugh as I watched the bastards bleed. They struggled to hold the spot that was once their favorite with their dicky dick dangling. Now it was just a bleeding hole, crying, bleeding, dying.
• Their breaths slowed, their struggle a slow-motion. Life was crawling out of them. As much as I wished to see them really bleed to death. I was not a monster. I may have been oppressed and made to become what I was today. I was definitely not a bitch who would smile as they suffered.