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“Insane?” She laughed hysterically. “Me? Insane?” Suddenly, she stopped, looking him dead in the eye. “You haven’t seen insane,” she said as she pointed her gun to his shoulder, shooting. She did the same to the other shoulder, strategically choosing spots that wouldn’t kill him. He didn’t deserve an easy death. Oh, no, he deserved an eternity of pain.
“That was your mistake. You’ve always underestimated me,” she snickered at him, disgusted by his low cries of pain.
“You…” he sputtered. “Cursed was the day I married you.”
“Oh, you’ve just realized?” Noelle raised a brow. “You really thought killing my child would get your revenge? You really thought you could get rid of me so easily?”
“You shouldn’t have been able to move…”
“Oh, so that’s it, isn’t it? You thought I’d be too weak after giving birth to fight you.” She shook her head. “Can’t you see how cowardly that makes you? You can’t even fight a girl, you pathetic piece of shit,” she spat at him.
Coming closer, she got to her knees in front of him—all so she could witness the life leave his eyes when she finally pulled the trigger.
He was howling in pain, his eyes wide as he tried to scoot away from her.
“You call yourself a man?” Noelle continued.
She could see the hate in his eyes—oh, it was more than hate. He absolutely abhorred her, just as she did him. But she could also see the fear.
“I should have killed you when I had the chance,” he gritted out.
“Maybe. But you were too much of a coward to do that too, weren’t you?” Noelle chuckled. “Now let’s see. How should I end your life?” she mused as she brought her gun to his face, trailing it down his cheek. “Do you know what the head looks like when it explodes from a bullet? I do. I witnessed it when I was fifteen.”
He blinked, unconsciously pulling away from her.
“Tsk, tsk,” Noelle said, pulling him forward by his shirt. “You were so brave and strong a moment ago when you mercilessly killed my baby. Now? Did you pee yourself yet?” She laughed as she brought the tip of the gun to his crotch. “Let’s see…” She pursed her lips. “If I shoot you here, will I even hit anything?”
And to prove her words were not empty, she dug the barrel of her gun between his legs, pulling the trigger.
A loud, shrieking sound erupted in the air as Sergio doubled over in pain. Still, he wasn’t dead, and likely wouldn’t be for quite some time. After all, he’d survived having his dick cut off, surely he’d survive another attempt.
Noelle wanted to take her sweet time maiming him so that by the time she was done with him he’d beg her to kill him, and still, she would prolong his misery.
“Come on, show me what you’re made of. Curse me out! Hit me! Show me who’s the man,” she taunted.
When he didn’t say a word, she pushed a finger through one of the gunshot wounds in his shoulder, digging into his flesh and watching his face contort in pain.
“Come on!” she cried out.
Once more, Sergio couldn’t speak because of the pain, but that only enraged Noelle more. In a fit of pure anger, she threw herself at him, hitting him with her fists and the butt of the gun wherever she could. While she wasn’t in the best condition to be fighting anyone, she already knew that her hours were numbered as well. At least this way she’d leave this Earth with the satisfaction that she’d doled out her revenge.
She hit and hit until her own flesh scraped off her knuckles—until Sergio’s face was a mangled mess beyond recognition, just as he’d done to her child.
“Pathetic piece of shit,” she screamed. “Die! Die! Die!” she screeched until her throat was raw, her voice finally breaking. Still, she didn’t stop hitting him.
The repeated blows eroded at his face until the bone peeked through the battered flesh. But Noelle wasn’t satisfied. Throwing the gun aside, she used her thumbs to push into his eye sockets, using enough strength that she felt the pop of his eyeballs under her fingertips. Still, she didn’t stop. She continued to push against his face until she met the hard wall of his sphenoid, sticking her thumbs far enough that she broke through the fragile bone.
He’d stopped moving at that point, but Noelle could still sense a faint pulse. How he’d managed to survive all those injuries and acute pain was besides her, but she was happy she could make him suffer for a moment more.
She looked around her, and spotting a few utensils filled to the ground, she grabbed a fork and a butter knife and stuck them in the holes she’d made into his skull. She pushed with so much force, she was sure she reached his brain. A sick smile spread on her face as she lifted the utensils before plunging them again. And again. She did it until her arms tired and until brain matter had spattered on the edges of his eye sockets.
She did it until she was sure he was dead. And even then, she regretted she couldn’t hurt him more.
“Coward,” she croaked with what little voice she had left.
She stared at him for a moment, waiting to feel relief at finally seeing him dead. But no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t mask the loss that she felt so deep in her heart. She’d used her pain to kill and maim, yet in the end, nothing had worked.
Her heart was still so full of anguish, and she realized that likely nothing would ever heal that.
