Courtney POV.
Storm screams as I remove his last finger. Again, no emotion shows on my face. No one says anything. As I work on my victim. The only thoughts in my head are everything that I know. He was going to sell my daughter. He was going to take me away from my family. He is part of human trafficking.
Storm is screaming and panting. He has cussed me out and each time he calls me a name. He received a punch. My knuckles are bloody, my hands dripping, I have blood on my face and clothes. It’s quite a scary sight. In a way, I am bathing in his blood. The beast inside of me wants his head on a spike and his heart in my hand.
The thoughts don’t scare me like they should because I’m doing this to protect what is mine and if I have to get my hands dirty, I will. I’m not fazed by blood a
