art by jagged flashes of lightning. Thunder rattl

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with such explosive force it slammed

in rain, his hair plastered to his forehead,

ack Japanese bento box. The veins in

, wearing a thin silk robe, her e

hurled the bento box directly a

ith a deafening, metallic crash, spraying leftover sauce and ri

h a psychotic level of rage. He looked li

her up until her spine hit

he roared, his voice loud

st the wall on either side

hot and smelling of liquor against her face. "I ordered the

ath caught i

eathly allergic to that specific fish! She could have gone into anaphylactic shock! I know

biological impossibility ha

hat garbage, slapped her name on it, just so you could watch us make fools of

the lightning illuminatin

o me. I made that for your heart. Your liver enzym

ut

pped the last thre

ueeze hard enough to cut off her air, but the physical degradation

jealousy," he hissed, his eyes black with hatred. "If you ever tr

e wall, releasing her neck as

o the master bedroom, and slammed

ll until she hit the floor. He

s the marble. Slowly, numbly, she reached out to p

liced deep into

lood welled up and fel

dead. He knew she was watching him. The crisis inside his chest was