DENNER THOMPSON
An overwhelming fury consumed me and dominated every one of my thoughts and emotions.
In an instant, I exploded, becoming a hostage to my dark, cruel, and perverse side.
I felt Jonas's facial bones, the damned abuser, sinking under my fists as I punched him.
My wife would not go through that, even if it meant she had to see me as a monster, which at that moment, I had become.
I couldn't stop, or even lessen the rage that urged me to kill him.
Blood splattered over me, my fists burned, and still, I couldn't stop.
I wanted to inflict the greatest harm on the bastard, to teach him a final lesson that one day he would pay for his actions and that I was an excellent debt collector.
Maybe now he'll think twice before touching any woman against her will.
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