Oh, she knew exactly what she did, and she began piecing it together.
Memory.
By.
Memory.
The whole time she took that walk down memory lane, he simply stared at her.
That’s when she said the words, but they didn’t matter to him anymore. It was too little too late.
He was destroyed.
“I’m sorry.”
Yeah, that didn’t make him feel better in the least that she’d put the pieces together and realized who he was.
No.
In fact, it enraged him.
It enraged him so much that he screamed like a wounded animal. The sound reverberated around the makeshift torture chamber, making her cry in fear.
In that moment, she knew.
She.
Was.
Dead.
“You ruined everything!” he raged. “You ruined my whole life, and now, I’m going to ruin yours!”
As he dropped the knife, he moved around, pacing and racing around the room in anger.
He punched and kicked the walls, leaving holes in the dirty wallpaper that was peeling from them.
This had been his home once.
Now, it was his cage.
His prison.
“You destroyed me!” he wailed, grabbing the knife, and then her head by her hair. “Now, you will pay like the others paid for their sins!”
And with one smooth, now-practiced move, he lopped off her ear, and it fell to the floor at his feet.
The smell of burning flesh as the cauterization happened wafted up and assaulted his senses. As she screamed and screamed, no one hearing her, he found joy.
And in that moment, he found peace.
But she didn’t.
She continued screaming until he took that knife and drove it into her chest, piercing her heart. Like his heart had been decimated, hers now had been too.
And he did it again.
And again.
