Eyes dilated, each breath was meticulous.

With shaking hands that thick blood had covered, her gaze slowly drew up the snow infested driveway.

Her boots make a crunching sound while maneuvering through the snow. You’re laying on her driveway apron, suffocating. The cold air does nothing to help you. It muffles your cries for help.

She’s amused. It’s a game.

She steps on your forearm and something cracks. You shriek out in horror and pain. She chuckles and stomps on your arm again. You try to relax you body but you know this is it.

There is a _thwack!_ as she slams a metal bat next to your head. Except it wasn’t next to your head. Your skull shattered. Bits of brain now scatter in the snow. The snow is now darkening. Your blood is dying it like a snow cone.

She doesn’t stop there.