"I SAID TELL ME!!"
Hellen lunged feral for the hammer slick with his own shin-blood, swinging it full overhead in a vicious arc—crunch shattering his right kneecap to wet powder instant, bone fragments grinding audible under splitting skin as agony locked his jaw mute rigid, body convulsing violent silent spasms against the biting ropes, veins bulging neck desperate.
Drool bubbled thick and foaming from his gaping mouth, spilling down chin in ropes as Hellen hooked fresh tubes into the raw gashes on his cheeks—plunging needles deep with twists, blood jetting warm to wet her gloved hands glossy crimson while he gurgled voiceless horror.
"You don't have the right to breathe near her, let alone hurt her—and you laid hands on the love of my life," she hissed low venom, eyes black pits.
"This was the hand, right—the one that slapped her pretty face?"
