His mind kept on rewinding her face: her beautiful angelic face that was wrapped in a myriad of emotions as he had abused and tormented her. Her eyes that were full of so much fear, conflict, struggle and pain. He reveled in it. He thought that she deserved whatever he was doing to her because she made him suffer as well.
How could he forget in his own selfish pursuits that she was the angel who had once saved his life.
And how did he repay her? By breaking her completely and destroying her.
He was indebted to her.
He owed her his life.
But in his fierce obsession and jealousy, he killed her: mind and soul.
And all that she was no was a hollow empty shell.
And now, for the first time, he was experiencing guilt at his actions.
Regret.
Remorse.
And now fear.
He was actually afraid
