I dragged him into my bunker put the handcuffs around his wrist and chose out a blade to begin with. He was out of it so I hit him and he woke up with a jolt. My whole body was shaking from the effort, from the anger. How dare he hurt my little rose. I slammed the gun into him and he screamed. "Why are you doing this?" What a stupid question. "Ever heard of one of your women?" "So you're doing this for her" "No" He doesn't get a chance to react because I put my blade in him again right under his ribs. I held it there for a second and twisted it out. He had passed out from the pain but I wasn't done with him yet. I cut his stomach and neck open, blood was splattering everywhere. It was his own fault if only he hadn't hurt my little rose. He was soaking wet with blood but I had just started.
