Sam had been a killer for a long time, and as many killers, she enjoyed the satisfaction of playing with her victim.
They were many that tried to hold that despair back and cover it with a frown, or even play out their end with a conceited laughter.
Some others just cried for their lives and pleaded for mercy and even narrated how many people they had back at home, and many reasons why they should be spared.
However, Snowbottle did not do any of that the only thing he did, was look her right in the eyes. This was a look that came from a man that had obviously lost and was on the ground.
But it subconsciously made her fell the need to take a step back.
This was because, Snowbottle was looking at her with Pity.
This immediately brought to her head memories that she thought she had buried.
And more than anything else, she just wanted to smash his face in.
Sam lifted high her monster foot.
