[She takes it from him, and she walks across the room with it. Anger roils in her belly, strong enough that she almost feels nauseous, but she’s here and she decided to do this, so she’s gonna do it. She’s locked in.
She knows exactly what she came here for.
She slips into the bedroom and opens the closet, and she grabs the old guitar by the neck and lifts it out. She brings it back and drops it on the floor in the main room. It lands with a hollow thunk. It’s already seen better days and it has no strings left. Tess spaces her hands out on the sledgehammer and lines up a swing and brings it down right on the body like an executioner; it collapses with a loud crack.
It’s not even half as satisfying as she hoped. It just leaves her feeling more agitated than before.]
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[She takes it from him, and she walks across the room with it. Anger roils in her belly, strong enough that she almost feels nauseous, but she’s here and she decided to do this, so she’s gonna do it. She’s locked in.
She knows exactly what she came here for.
She slips into the bedroom and opens the closet, and she grabs the old guitar by the neck and lifts it out. She brings it back and drops it on the floor in the main room. It lands with a hollow thunk. It’s already seen better days and it has no strings left. Tess spaces her hands out on the sledgehammer and lines up a swing and brings it down right on the body like an executioner; it collapses with a loud crack.
It’s not even half as satisfying as she hoped. It just leaves her feeling more agitated than before.]