This wasn't how Lola envisioned her revenge, but it would suffice. Aldric should have been the one to kill Islinda, feeling the pain of destroying a loved one. But it was alright, she already fantasized about sending Islinda's severed head to him in a box, relishing the legendary expression on Aldric's face. Yes, this would do.
Seated on a chair near the spot where she had thrown Islinda, Lola gazed at the sky, wondering what time it was. Surely, Islinda should be dead by now. Lola then glanced over at Maxi, still stuck in the endless loop of pain she casted on her. For now, Islinda was her priority, by the time she was done with her, she would come for her.
"Time to finish this," Lola muttered, rubbing her hands together with glee. She stood and began searching for Islinda's body, calling out in a sing-song voice, "Now, where are you, little freak?"
