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I grab the back of his neck and throw him across the dining room into a wall.

My right hand has the hammer and I swing.

He ducks down and the hammer smashes into the wall.

I’m quick to lift my right knee, smashing it against his face.

I feel his nose shatter.

His head jerks back and hits the wall.

Just like that he’s on the floor.

I pull the hammer out of the wall.

“Generic?” I growl. “Just some fucking whore? That’s my Katie girl you’re talking about. Nobody talks about her like that.”

I stomp down on his stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

Then I step on his left wrist.

I swing the hammer down, smashing his left hand.

He screams. Very loud.

I repeat the same motion over and over until he’s out of screams.

His fingers are now all bloody, broken, crooked, and I see some bone fragments sticking out.

When I step away from him, he curls up, crying.

I toss the hammer away.

“I don’t need a fucking weapon for you,” I say. “I’m going to kill you with my bare hands. I’ll dump your body somewhere behind my garage and nobody will find you. And nobody will give a fuck about you.”

I grab his shirt and lift him with ease.

I punch him. Once.

Then a second time.

His left eye can’t open.

There’s blood everywhere.

He then smiles at me. Something I don’t expect.

“Smile,” he manages to whisper, his mouth full of blood.

I drop him down and look around.

He coughs and tries to laugh but can’t.

“It’s… uploaded… already…” He coughs and groans. “You’re… fucked…”

Yeah, he’s right for sure.

I am completely and totally fucked right now.