As Lexie's consciousness faded into the abyss of unconsciousness, the relentless onslaught showed no mercy.
Each strike, each blow, had driven her to the threshold of oblivion.
In the hushed aftermath of their brutality, the assailants, driven by a twisted sense of accomplishment, continued their assault until a callous proclamation cut through the air.
"She's dead, finally."
"Did she really think that she could deceive us by acting like a boy, when her man killed our leaders!" one of them sneered.
As the twisted reasoning continued to circulate among the assailants, others chimed in, their voices carrying a mix of anger and self-righteousness.
"She got what she deserved. We can't let anyone associated with that murderer go unpunished!"
Another voice added, "We should have done this a long time ago. The moment she stepped foot in our city, she sealed her fate."
