“This w***e is finally going to kill you,” I answer quietly, almost solemnly, because my eyes must be glowing now.
“As if you have the courage,” he spits back.
“You’re going to die, Bruno. It was worth feeling your rotten flesh against me just to finally watch you die,” I tell him as I approach and rip the communicator from his belt.
I barely recognize my own voice. It sounds mechanical, trembling from the terrible and exhilarating emotion flooding through me. Terrible because I finally felt on my own skin the horror I’ve watched for years. Exhilarating because he is finally going to die.
I grab the gun from the floor and fire several shots almost blindly like Russian roulette, praying one bullet finally hits him.
“You’re insane!” he shouts, until finally the last bullet tears through
