No, killing you wouldn't be justice.
I want you to hurt, and cry and beg.
I want you to be desperate for your last breath, and I want to hold that from you and watch.
Leave. Leave. Just leave. Fucking leave!
You won't do this, you won't.
You're not going to win. I won't let you.
I won't let you do this.
You will leave, and let the blood on your hands burn like acid,
Straight into your fucking soul, and then deeper.
You will leave, taking no more than your sad, sorry, loathsome self with you.
Just let me keep her
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