But the images keep coming anyway. Flashing behind my eyelids like a horror movie I can't turn off.
Sure, I've always known Jessica wasn't a saint.
But I never expected her to be so vile and twisted. Being a woman herself, how could she even think of subjecting such a nightmare to another woman? Not to mention, even recording it?
What is her heart made of?
Didn’t it tremble when she set out to carry such vile deeds?
Not just assault. But record and document it, turn it into some twisted form of entertainment for the whole world to see?
I don't feel anger anymore.
Anger is too small. Too insufficient to match the burning emotion in my heart.
No, anger isn't even close to describe what I feel for her anymore.
Murderous. Yes, murderous is a close fit for what I'm feeling right now.
