IVY
I realized in time that Vladimir really flipped the middle finger in my face, by locking me in his room, and didn't care enough to retract it.
When that light ignited in my head, I spiralled.
My first victim was his bed.
Using my fingers, I dragged the cover off the bed, and flung it to the ground.
The pillows were next.
I didn't throw everything in one place. My rage was too intense to be that organised.
“You will regret everything you've done, Vladimir Bratva! I promise you will!” I screamed as I flung things on the ground.
His reading table was my next victim. All the books I found on it, I pushed to the floor.
From his reading table to the bedside table.
Now there weren't a lot of things there, but still, I flung the little I saw to the ground.
“Bastard! Bloody bastard!
