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Elle touched her blood-encrusted bottom eyelid gingerly, wincing, not at the excruciating pain, but at the fact that she now had an empty socket. That fucking bastard Pai Mei. He had not even offered her medication after he ruthlessly tore out her eye. Why had he done that anyway? She had only called him a 'miserable old fool'. If Elle had said half the things she thought he was, he would have killed her on the spot. Elle felt hot tendrils of fury climbing upwards, meeting at her brow. She wished that she had not screamed in front of Pai Mei, clutching at her cheek, blathering as if. "You're so weak," the miserable old fool had reprimanded her in Cantonese. "You can't even take a little pain!" Elle would have beat the living shit out of him had she not been writhing in pain. She bet that if she had plucked his eye out, he would have screamed much louder. Ow...shit! Pai Mei was going to pay for what he had done. Elle thought of the gun in her bag and fantasized about shooting his head, fragments of skull flying everywhere. She adored the thought, but bullets were traceable and Bill would be furious at her for killing his master. And besides, it wouldn't make him suffer enough, enough to satisfy her.
She badly wanted to break him, to smash his skull in, to break his legs in as many places as possible, to tear out all his eyes, but she knew she couldn't. It's impossible to even touch the fucker, thought Elle bitterly as she used a handkerchief to wipe the warm blood off her cheek. I guess I'll have to settle for poison. Elle frowned as she thought of the bottled pufferfish poison in her bag. Bill didn't like it when she used poison. He said that it was not a weapon, he thought it was cowardly, a sign of weakness, when one was afraid of facing up to victim. Bill won't know, Elle reminded herself, allowing a smirk to spread across her face as she reached into her favourite bag, the one where she kept all her weapons. Pai Mei isn't a victim. He's a bastard who is being victimized. All her pain disappeared and her hatred increased in intensity as she fingered the tiny bottle of poison. She wondered how much groveling she had to do before she was allowed to cook him a meal.