He stared at her intensely, his breath hitching as sharp fingers tore into his skin.
A choked gasp escaped him as she squeezed his liver, pain surging through his body.
"Hello, love..." she grinned, her voice a haunting melody of whispers.
"Did you miss me?"
He struggled to form words, choking on his agony. "I should have fucking killed you," he groaned, venom lacing his words.
She laughed, the sound dripping with malice. "Yes, you should have. But... it's this face, isn't it?"
Her grin widened, taunting him. "The face of your wife I killed all those years ago?"
Rage ignited in his veins, boiling over with every word.
"I'll kill you... I'll kill you even if it's the last thing I do, you fucking bitch. Inhabiting the body of an innocent woman—you're every bit the monster I knew you to be," he spat, his fury pouring out as he glared at her.
She only sneered, leaning closer. "You talk so big, Ken."
