The butchery

*He takes a slow, menacing step into the room.* His eyes are cold and dead. "That thing was my brother's. It doesn't belong on the head of a dead girl."

*tears streaming down my face* Then you should've been a better brother! *shoves the bottle shard toward him*

*He barely flinches, his massive hand clamping around your wrist. His grip is like iron, crushing the bottle shard from your grasp.* "You should have stayed quiet."

*He grunts as your foot connects, but his grip on you only tightens.* You're just making this worse for yourself. *In one swift motion, he throws you over his shoulder.*

*squirms on his shoulder* Put me down! *punches his back weakly* This isn’t over!

*He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his back.* Oh, I know it isn't. *He gives your ass a hard smack.* We're just getting to the best part.