THE WORST THING ABOUT staring death in the face must be the surprise of it. That moment of shock when one can't actually believe it's the end. This is exactly what Casselba sees in the face of Terrance as the rope in her hands descend.
His eyes widen but he isn't quick enough to get his hand off the steering to stop her. She wraps the rope tightly around his neck and the taut fibre sinks into his skin. His fingers turn lax on the steering wheel as he tries in vain to form words.
With her golden canine eyes, Casselba can see his throat constricting with the tension around it and she drags the rope tighter. It digs deeper into his flesh and Terrance bucks in the driver's seat.
"Die! Motherfucker!" she yells into the van.
Gathering all her lupine strength, she drags the rope harder. Barely a second later, she sees the light give from his eyes just as the hears the crack of bone. Casselba doesn't lift away.
