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She was ready to do it. She had already picked off the rest of Royce's friends one by one. It had truly been a pleasure. And tonight it was Royce's turn to die, and she would enjoy every second of it.
She had stolen a wedding gown special for this occasion. Encrusted with diamonds, the off the shoulder satin wedding gown was absolutely gorgeous. It had a full skirt, and hugged her curves. Royce King knew she was coming after him. After all, the friends who had been with him when they raped her had all been dying, quite mysterious deaths.
He was hiding in a tower with two armed guards at the entrance. They were easily dealt with. She punched them hard enough that they were knocked out. A few punches later, they were dead. She was careful not to spill their blood. The guards had not made a noise as she had killed them so Royce still did not know she was there.
She opened the door, and the moment Royce saw her, he let out a high pitched scream. Rosalie only let out a tinkling laugh. She would be sure to drag out his death. She covered his mouth with her hand, and tackled him to the ground.
She straddled his hips and leaned over him.
"You've imagined this, haven't you" she crooned. "Although you must have been imagining this differently though." She paused for a second. "For you must have been in control." She gave another tinkling laugh
"You vacuous woman" managed Royce.
"Oh am I now?" She said liltingly.
She slapped him across the face. Hard, but not enough to kill. Royce let out another scream, and Rosalie another laugh. She bent over him, and bit his bottom lip. Hard. Not in a sexual way, but in a way to hurt. Then as she released his lip, He struggled against her, and Rosalie's face became murderous.
"Oh, you think you can fight me do you?" She said this softly, but not without a bite. "No darling, you are as helpless as I was. You don't like it do you? Well neither did I!" She said this last part harshly, while pushing him against the floor with each word.
She then bent his arm backwards, until she heard a satisfying crack. Royce's screams only got worse and worse through the night until he could only whimper.
Throughout the night she continued to torture him. He screamed a lot although nobody was there to hear him besides for Rosalie.
At the end of the night majority of Royce's bones were bent backward, his body covered in bruises, though not a drop of brood spilled. Rosalie had left him standing up in the closet. Whomever opened the closet next, would be in for a surprise! Rosalie left the tower with a large satisfied smile on her face, her wedding dress still impeccably clean.
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