(Amaia)
(Contents of this chapter can be disturbing. Read with precaution.)
By the time I am done with Bettelgeuse, skinning his arms so his nerves can feel my electric shocks. His mother is already begging us to stop.
There is no mercy in my heart. The misery of my people, the wrath of my mates, the torment of my brother has sunken into my heart and turned it into so cold and dark that I can't feel anything but a thirst for revenge. A desire to inflict as much pain on them as they had done on the people I love and care about.
His incessant screams continue as I shift from him to his sister.
I want to carve out her face. The terror in her eyes is frozen in place as I reach forward and slowly gouge them out of her sockets. Blood flows like rivers from her empty eyes sockets.
"That's for hurting Saiph."
Turning around I throw both eyeballs in her mother's face.
Horrified she can only wail and beg but I don't stop.
