His fingers slip into me.
I want to vomit, so disgusted am I.
Or murder him.
I scream.
I scream more.
But he doesn’t stop.
I close my eyes.
He removes his hand, and I feel his cock at my entrance.
I’m falling.
Just let me hit the ground so I can wake up, I plead.
But instead of hitting the ground, a loud bang rips through my ears and the ceiling above us trembles.
I scream.
Again.
And again.
And again.
10
ROSALIA
PLAYLIST: WRATH – SOUNDRIDEMUSIC
Ihave come to kill, and whoever dares to step in my way will be dead. I have always followed what felt right to me, and I know it has to be done now.
I drove my car through the gate, threw the grenades, and now, I am eradicating every single one of them.
Five of them are already dead on the floor.
I stroll through the masseria, the one I haven’t set foot in since my sixteenth birthday.
Bang—I shoot the next of his men without even looking. What moves here dies.
I know I am leaving behind a trail of blood, and it feels exhilarating. I waited decades for these days, and it feels exactly as I pictured it. The sweetness of revenge purrs in my chest.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
I reload.
My shots are always precise, at the very spot between the eyes whenever possible.
I walk through the masseria, door by door. I know the plan and could walk through it blind, and I would not miss a door.
