Some brandished guns, their fingers shaking on the triggers, while others pulled out knives, their blades gleaming menacingly in the dim light.
A moment later, the air was filled with the sickening sounds of betrayal. "Ah!" Second Aunt's scream pierced the air as the onslaught began. In less than five seconds, the women descended upon her, their movements frantic and ruthless. They stabbed and shot with a savage intensity, fueled by a primal fear of Esme and the knowledge that their lives hung in the balance. Her body was torn apart, reduced to a grotesque tableau of blood and flesh that was barely recognizable—a horrifying testament to their desperation.
Esme watched the scene unfold with an eerie calmness, as if she were observing a chilling horror movie. Her expression remained detached, an unsettling smile curving her lips as she took in the chaos. The world around her faded into the background, her focus solely on the twisted satisfaction of the moment.
