Chapter 13 - The Cruel Stomp
Veronica’s manic smile vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, unadulterated sadism. She realized that trying to overpower Daniel’s desperate grip through sheer arm strength was taking too long. She needed to break him completely.
Looking down, her cold eyes locked onto the horrific, gaping laceration on Daniel’s exposed side, where the broken chandelier had torn through his flesh. Without a single ounce of hesitation or mercy, Veronica lifted her sharp, stiletto-heeled shoe and stomped down violently, directly onto his open, bleeding wound.
Daniel’s eyes rolled back in his head as an inhuman, blood-curdling scream tore from his throat. The agonizing pain was absolute, a blinding white-hot flash that short-circuited his entire nervous system. His body convulsed violently beneath the wreckage. The brutal shock was too much for his failing muscles to bear. His iron grip on Veronica’s wrist instantly loosened, his fingers going slack as his arm dropped limply to the floor.
"No!" Valeria shrieked, watching her husband collapse into unconsciousness.
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The heavy hunting knife plummeted lower, the sharp tip tearing through the top layer of Valeria’s silk dress. There were only a few mere centimeters left between the lethal blade and the fragile skin of her abdomen. Veronica raised the knife slightly, preparing to deliver the final, fatal thrust. She looked down at the terrified pregnant woman, her eyes glowing with victorious malice.
The hostages in the room gasped, some covering their eyes, believing they were about to witness a horrific murder. Valeria squeezed her eyes shut, wrapping her arms tightly around her stomach, waiting for the devastating pain. But the killing blow never came.
