"Paul, please," Anne pleaded, her voice filled with anguish. "You're going to kill him!"
Yet Paul continued his assault, his eyes devoid of reason or compassion. The room seemed to close in, the air heavy with the weight of this nightmarish moment.
Paul's relentless assault on Robert continued, each blow landing with sickening force. As he struck, he muttered words that sent a chill down Anne's spine, revealing the depth of his anger and determination.
"You know how much I love Elena, and you shouldn't have threatened me in the first place," Paul muttered between blows, his voice laced with venom. His eyes, once filled with warmth, were now cold and unforgiving. "I'll bang her anytime I feel like it."
