"This bullet is for you ruining my engagement party, leaving Arabella to face everyone alone."
...
Not knowing how many bullets had been fired, Joel Russo didn't bother to keep count. He just sat there calmly, with his legs crossed, his black trousers still perfectly crease-free.
One hand rested casually on his knee, as composed and nonchalant as someone playing cards for leisure.
Every word he spoke after each shot was utterly flat, as if he were merely hitting a lifeless target standing there.
An inanimate object, something without life by nature.
Compared to the hysterical screams earlier, Selvia Todd was now almost entirely hung by chains in the cage, unable to make a sound. Her exquisitely expensive outfit was now disgracefully stained with blood, and her long hair dangled messily in mid-air, obscuring a face that was difficult to imagine wasn't ghastly pale.
