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Cora Hale (animosity) wrote in zfuturelogs,

Rebekah got up from her seat and grabbed Clint by his worthless neck. She slammed his head against the wall, once, twice, three times and four times, eventually she lost count. "You worthless piece of shit. The only thing you ever did was provoke me and then were surprised when you got what you deserved. And I still saved you. For what? For you to be an insolent little shit? You should feel lucky that I gave you eternal life. You should be grateful and still you treat me with disrespect. I've had enough."

She ripped his head clean off of his body, tearing it from the neck and tossing it across the room so that it hit the wall with a splat before falling to the floor. His body dropped to the ground in a heap. Pity. She'd just had these carpets cleaned.

Awoken from her fantasy daydream, she realized she was still staring at her nails and this idiot was still hovering over her. "It's not your job to question me. Your job is to do what I tell you to do. So either bring me their heads or you can consider my generous offer of a holiday and protection for the ones you love null and void."

She was done being generous with him. He did nothing but test her patience. Well, her patience had been tested quite enough and he was dangerously close to losing his head. Now she remembered why she had nicknamed him Deathwish.