She thought the sound of his pain would satisfy her. It doesn't. It terrifies her, more than anything, because now she's done it. Now she's really crossed the line. He'll kill her, now, and she won't be able to run, she won't be able to stop him.
I can never stop him.
She yells as she swings again, blind with terror and rage; again, even as he's hitting the ground.
She doesn't stop swinging, even after she can taste the tang of blood in her mouth; even after she knows he's dead.
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Date: 2010-02-10 06:24 am (UTC)I can never stop him.
She yells as she swings again, blind with terror and rage; again, even as he's hitting the ground.
She doesn't stop swinging, even after she can taste the tang of blood in her mouth; even after she knows he's dead.
She doesn't stop swinging.