I could barely feel my sore wrists, but using my feet, I managed to kick the gun in her hand. It slithered to the floor, to a distance out of her reach.
Hell broke loose inside me. I grabbed her by the hair and smacked her face on the floor with all the strength I had. A scream tore in her lips and it sounded like music to my ears. It triggered me to hit her with my fists.
Thanks to the heavy layers of her wedding gown, she's unable to resist as I wreaked havoc on her hair, twisting and pulling them as I desired, as I listened to her scream of agony.
I had never been violent to anyone. Let alone to another woman. But now I feel like murdering her for destroying my life with her lies.
Her confessions still rang in my ear. It made me all too aware of the sleeping animal inside me who had been ruthlessly tormented by her words and was awakened by them and turned into a monster.
Turning her upside down, I sat astride her.
