I walked behind her at a safe distance, enjoying her struggle, enjoying seeing her reduced to such a pathetic mass. I smiled wickedly, throwing my hair to the side as Wynifred stumbled over her own feet, her body lunging into the white stone building we were walking next to.The crack of skull against stone resonated through the empty city, her head impacting into the wall before she slid down to the ground in a pathetic heap, a bright red streak following her. “Oh, dear,” I sighed, my voice dripping with false sympathy. “Are you okay? That looks like it hurts.” Her eyes swung toward me with all the wide-eyed horror I would expect from someone in this situation. The horrified glance was made all the more real by the fact that she had no other choice than to give in to me. Her mouth opened wide, and for a brief moment, I thought she was going to scream again, but she simply stared, odd gurgling noises seeping from her throat. “Pathetic.” Chuckling acidly at the withered girl below me, I took another step forward, pressing the point of my high-heeled boot into her side with an aggressive swing, causing her eyes to grow wider.
