Divorce That Scumbag And Take The Lead
The scissors were all rusty, uncomfortable to hold, and slightly prickly against the palm. Vincent stepped on therat, his eyes turning icy. With a swift jab, he plunged the rusty scissors into the rat’s neck. Surprisingly, the worn-out tool pierced right through the rodent’s head, leaving a pool of blood.
Vincent stared at the dead rat beneath his foot, his expression turning sinister.
Eulalia, witnessing this, felt a chill run up her spine. It was eerie.