Alex shifted his stance slightly, his heavy length remaining buried to the hilt inside Naomi. His dark, sovereign eyes drifted past her shoulder, cutting through the shattered doorway to lock onto the bloodied man collapsed on the corridor floor.
"Did you hear that, Karl?" Alex murmured, his deep voice smooth, carrying an icy, mocking edge that chilled the room. "Even your own wife calls you useless trash. Tell me... what possible use would I have for a pathetic dog like you?"
Karl's face drained of what little color remained, turning a sickly, ashen gray.
A flash of pure, venomous hatred flared in his bloodshot eyes as he glared at Naomi.
The bitch was deliberately cutting off every single avenue of his survival, shoveling dirt over his grave with a smile on her face.
'No... I can't die here!' Karl's mind screamed in absolute panic.
