Damian's POV:
A blood red haze had fallen over my vision. Adessa's struggles only made my hold on her tighten even more. I could still feel the lingering effects of the drug in my body, the heat, the haze, the dryness in my mouth.
"S-stop" Adessa croaked, her face was already turning purple, spit dribbling down the corner of her mouth. Strangled groans left her mouth as she tried to plead for her life.
Her worthless life.
"Isn't this what you wanted." I seethed in anger, pushing her into the bookshelf harder. It was solid wood, but it began to creak.
"N-no....please..."
Oh she's crying! But it's a bit too late for that now. I threw her to the side. Her body slammed into the coffee table. It irked me that I hadn't thrown her enough to shatter the glass table.
She tried to get to
