Katrina watched as Seven's body fall to the ground. Everything was slowed a hundred times in her vision, like a sick playback. At the same time that the body hit the floor, her knees gave out. She couldn't remain standing any longer. She sprawled to the ground, wide-eyed and unflinching. She watched as the pool of blood embraced Seven like a warm blanket.
And she knows, deep within her, Seven died along with a part of her.
Kazzelle smiled in victory as she watched Katrina's reaction. The twisted side of her felt satisfaction and thirsted for more, more of her suffering. She felt an overwhelming fulfillment as she watches the life in her eyes fade away, even though she's still alive. She snickered, not for long.
Before she could even reach her position, one of her men barged in. He was trying to catch his breath as if he had run to get here.
"What?" She barked in annoyance.
