"It's you who killed her! It's you who killed her!" Shane Winchester's hands tightly strangled Jackson Sully's neck with extraordinary force, and a mist of water mist filled his eye sockets.
Jackson Sully's breath stifled, and the big hand on her neck nearly twisted her bones apart, the pain making her feel somewhat numb.
Seeing the hatred and anger in his eyes, she felt increasingly ridiculous. Her very existence had always been a sad joke, but why, despite having given up everything, despite how hard she fought to maintain that last shred of self-respect, was fate still so ruthlessly cruel to her...
Jackson Sully slowly lowered her eyes, a chain of teardrops streaming down, rolling off her cheeks onto Shane Winchester's hand: "Kill me... Kill me, Shane Winchester..."
"You think I don't dare?" Shane Winchester's face darkened, and he increased the force in his hand.
