ndria

he beat her hands frantically against my forearm, her manicured nails

ure in my fingers unt

queezed the words through her teeth,

lapsed onto the ground like a puddle of mud, clutching

down there and try it yourself," I said, tu

everage to roll the hundred-and-eighty-pound man to the edge of the pit. Without pausing, I used my body weigh

bled up on her hands and knees, tr

m the ground and threw it backward without turning my head. The stone struck the back

by one and kicked them all down into the hole. Five grown men piled up on top of

completely undone, hanging around her mud-streaked face like a madwoman's. I grabbed th

ls into the dirt until they bled, leaving ten deep scratches in the mud. "I a

e edge of the pit. "A mother who sends

th one arm and held her over the dark hole. Suspended above the pit, Beat

thud on top of the unconscious guards. She groaned and curled into a ball, tryi

hrown earlier, and returned to the edge of the pit. Holding the w

raight down. It splattered right across Beatric

the mud on her face as she sobbed in

l after shovelful of wet earth rained down into the pit. In my past life, I had buried plenty of enemies

climbing up Beatrice's calves, pinning her legs in place. Re

! I shouldn't have poisoned you!" she waile

through the night air in cold arcs, bury

?" I said coldly, digging the blade into the dirt pile ag

head. Just as I tilted the blade to dump it, Beatrice screame