That fucking smile. That fucking smile made her want to set his face on fire. She wanted to set fire to his life. To everything he loved and everyone he would was close to. She would figure who and what those things and people were. And then she would break them one by one.
She was imagine throwing a molotov cocktail at him. She imagined strangling him until he laid gasping at her feet. She imagined stabbing him. And all these things soothed her in an odd way. And when he glared, it made her feel happy. She had a little smile in her eyes.
That didn't last too long. When he shoved into her, it hurt. It hurt like fuck and she felt like she was being torn in half. She felt white hot pain again. She felt the rage again.