It was maybe three or four minutes, without him even stopping just straight hammering her face, but then he just suddenly stopped letting out of her collar and just stood up.
His breath was ragged, his whole being was shaking from the exhaustion looking back at the ground… at Ivanka… or what once was Ivanka because her face was nearly nonexistent, it was just mangled flesh and bones
"Ahhh… I'm sorry." He whispered as he tried to wipe off the blood from his face, but he just made it worse, his whole upper body was covered by it, his shirt, his arms… he even tasted it as it went into his mouth. "I got carried away, but I just need to get rid of some stress, you know." He looked at Tervor whose face was fixed on him with the terror of what the fuck he just witnessed… "Now that this whore is dead, let's speak about the money, shall we?"
They didn't answer to him, fuck Albert's eyes were still closed, not even daring to open it and look at him…
