Morana's Point Of View
I stood over the battered excuse of a man, arms crossed, staring at the mess he had become. Bruised, bleeding, wheezing for breath.
Yet, as satisfying as the sight was… It wasn't enough.
This? This wouldn't do.
He had spent weeks.... months, maybe years, turning Nancy's life into a living nightmare, beating her, torturing her, humiliating her for sport. And why?
Because Sophia paid him to.
Because he was pathetic enough to take orders from her, and now, he thought he'd get away with it? I smiled darkly. No. Not a chance. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone.
The moment he saw it, something in his expression shifted.
"Wh-what are you doing?" he rasped, his voice hoarse.
Ignoring him, I calmly dialed the emergency number.
Ring.
The man's swollen face twisted in panic. He thrashed against Leon's men holding him down.
Ring.
"HEY!" he shouted. "STOP! STOP!"
Ring.
Sweat dripped down his forehead, mixing with the blood on his skin.
Click.
