Her tears silently slid down her cheeks, dripping to the ground as her throat hurt in pain. She had kept it in for so long, yet with the moment there, she looked at her cousin's body and could no longer hold back her tears. The wail of despair she was swallowing was clawing at her from the inside, almost as if it were the creature that had torn him apart. But at least the monster had let him keep his body, damaged as it were. It were mortal hands that would now tear it apart.
She watched, her eyes focused on the body, as family and friends turned away in shame. A shame even greater than the butcher was feeling as he approached, his cleaver in hand and regret, remorse, on his face. He looked at her, his eyes pleading for her forgiveness. She looked at him and nodded. Her rage wasn't for him. Through the tears, she watched the man bring his weapon down, separating head from body in a single cut. The sound led to wails from her family, but not from her. She sat quietly, a fire building deep inside, burning through her heart until there was nothing left of it.
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