Gripping her by the shoulders Damon gave her a shake to gain her attention. “You did die you little twit!” he shouted. “Do you have the first clue of how many times you were shot?” He grabbed the ashtray off the bedside table and dumped it across the bed. “That’s how many… feel free to count them.”
Alicia squeezed her eyes shut and looked away to avoid doing such a thing. She remembered what each of those little pieces of metal felt like as they were driven into her flesh. When she opened her eyes, she saw that a large number of them were now scattered across the floor.
Her expression hardened and she glared up at him in defiance. “I’m a monster, Damon! I knew they were killing me!”
Damon tightened his grip on her shoulders and went shock still… the silence lasted all of a couple second
