My Mate, My Killer
Our struggle was fierce but I managed to overpower her, pinning her to the ground.
“Die! Die! Die!” I repeated like a prayer while blocking the air from her lungs. I was choking her, yes, and my heart ached of the tragedy of my Mamita. I knew what had to be done. With a heavy heart, I delivered the final blow that would send Analiesse to the afterlife.
When I made sure she’s no longer breathing, I wasted no time and went back to Bridgette who was still whimpering on the forest floor.