“They think skinning animals is fun. Many do that..” he said opening the kit and putting all the objects on the table as told by Nora, “Then I thought it must be something really fun and I was just being a spoil sport” he pouted and plopped his elbows on the table, resting his face on his palms.
“So I thought of giving it a try!” He jumped up and clapped his hands in excitement.
Alice was petrified, “NOOOOOO” She yelled trying her best to move her limbs but to no vain. She sobbed begging him to leave her, “Thomas I am so sorry! I am so sorry for cheating on you. I am sorry for everything. PLEASE LEAVE ME!” She wailed for mercy.
That all pleas went to deaf ears, Thomas simply took a skinning knife humming to the classic Mozart. Alice screamed in agony as Thomas sliced through her skin like cheese. She watched in horror and kept on begging them for some mercy. She cried her heart out, begging, rubbing her nose to the ground.
“LEAVE ME!! PLEASE. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” She cried as he finally skinned her entire body except for her face. Her face was swollen red as tears kept flowing from her eyes, she shook her head in defeat, “Pleasee!! I beg of you! Please! Let me go!!” She cried with the little life she had left in her.
Thomas stepped back with a smile and looked back at Nora, who was leaning on the wall with her arms crossed, “Gotta say, it was therapeutic” he said making her chuckle. But it was not funny, at least not for Alice who cursed her existance in the world.
This is the very day she hated being a werewolf. Even after all the pain, she is still alive.
Nora just smiled, “How does it feel Alice? To go through so much in such a short time? At least you still have your voice.” She said kindly and walked towards Thomas.
“Your kids didn’t, they just cried when their own mother threw them in front of the rogues just so that she doesn’t get eaten up!” She spat vemon. Her nose scrunched up in disgust and hatred.
Thomas’s head snapped towards Nora, “W-what?” He stuttered. Nora looked at him with empathy, “She killed your kids” Nora said. Thomas whole being set on fire as the hatred for the woman laying in front of him
“WHAT IS SHE TALKING ABOUT???” He yelled at Alice in fury, who just sobbed and apologized profusely.
“IS THAT TRUE?? YOU THREW MY KIDS? OUR KIDS IN FRONT OF HUNGRY ROUGES??” He yelled not believing his ears.
“I am sorry” she sobbed shaking her head.
“IS THAT TRUE?” He yelled at her. His body was shaking in rage.
Alice just nodded, “I am sorry” she cried in shame and pain.
Thomas clutched his hair and shouted on top of his lungs. Fire was bringing in his eyes, even his wolf was shaking it’s fur wanting to rip apart that vile woman he once called a mate.
“You’re gonna regret it bitch!” He growled at her and pulled her on to the chair tying her tender wounded hands and legs to the chair.
“Thomas please!! Let me go!! I am so sorry for what I have done. It was nothing but a mistake. A huge one. Please!!” She cried as Thomas turned his back on her doing something on the far end of the room.
She kept on begging him but of course that was all in vain. Thomas came back with a huge mug, “Nora, the sliver retractor” he said without acknowledging Alice.
Nora forced the sliver retractor in Alice’s mouth making her shut up. Thomas’s eyes were black with hatred, “This is for my kids” he said and wrapped his hands in her hair pulling her head back.
Before she could cry out in pain an excruciating tribulation shivered her soul as the burning hot oiled ran down her throat, instantly frying all the sensitive flesh it touched.
Alice’s body writhed in affliction. Her eyes had melted, causing it to dripping down her sides. Her heart instantly stopped beating and the heat of the oil was enough to even melt her heart. In a few seconds her misery came to an end. She finally died in pain.
But Thomas wasn’t done just yet, he took a big steel rod and smashed it on Alice’s face. In one swing her face split and the bones and meat of her face splattered on Thomas’s face along with her brain.
Nora sat on the bar stool as she silently poured herself a glass of finest whiskey in her collection.