"Do you think she's dead?" Mrs. Griffin said to her husband as they both watched Faye lying unconscious on the ground. She stared down at the limp form on the floor, her chest heaving as she gripped the metal rod tightly in both hands.
"No. For her to be dead, her heart would have to be ripped out or her skull bashed in..." Mr. Griffin muttered, his voice shaking as he leaned over Faye to check for any signs of breathing.
"Then what are you waiting for? Keep smashing her head," the woman said as she was about to strike Faye's head again with the metal rod. She raised her arms back up, as she prepared to bring the heavy iron down a second time.
Mr. Griffin quickly stopped her from making a mistake. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, jerking her arm back before the metal could make contact with Faye's skull again.
