Exton

Jean-Marc is in agony, but still enraged over the sight of Stoney wrapping his arms around Alise.

“How sweet. Just wait until I get out of here. Her torment will be so much worse than I originally planned. You cannot keep me here or hold me without a trial. I know my rights. You all will pay dearly for this...”

Alise stops dead in her tracks, “Trial? You need no trial. I am witness enough, and my body is proof enough. You will die for the girls you and your men murdered and carelessly tossed away like so much garbage...”

Jean-Marc watches her as she walks closer, her eyes flashing with anger. He knows instinctively that his time is short and still seeks to hurt her...

“You could have been my wife, a Duchess, noble... instead you whore yourself for a commoner...”

“He is more noble than you could ever hope to be. I would rather be his whore a million times over than to ever be married to you.”

Alise turns to Raina. She takes a deep breath and says, “Ma souer, your tanto, sil vous plait...”

Raina looks questioningly at Stoney, who solemnly nods his head. Raina takes the blade out of her leather vest and hands it to Alise. Taking the handle in a firm grip she approaches Jean-Marc.

She looks at him for a full minute, unable to find any pity in heart for the monster he had become. She raises the blade and plunges it up to the hilt into the side of his neck, the point coming out the other side. He tries to speak, but the blade and the surge of blood into his throat making it impossible.

The handle still in her grip, she leans close and says..*”C'est pour mes soeurs qui sont mortes sous votre main….. Et quand je le tire et vous mourez comme le porc que vous êtes, c'est pour moi.”

She pulls the knife forward using both hands, ripping through his neck, almost decapitating him, blood spraying.

“Someone please remove this garbage from my sight. And make sure it can not come back in any form...

Handing Raina her blade, “Merci Raina, and for the fingers too....”


*This is for my sisters who died under your hand ..... And when I draw it and you die like the pig which you are, this is for me.”