She scratched his face from the photograph. She would get her revenge.
Trust? Never heard of it.
He tore her heart as easily as tearing paper, he whispered her secrets to those unforgiving and cruel.
She had forgiven him before, but this was a new low.
She tracked him down like a hawk, this would be the last time he’d hurt her, or anyone for that matter.
Pinned down upon the floor, he begged for mercy, but behind her red bloodshot eyes, there was none to give.
And just like that, by sunrise, a fresh murder had taken place.