Fiction Fix Part 2 - Sally

She looked down on the crumpled form on the floor and smiled. The metallic smell of blood permeates the air. She inhaled deeply, her spirit danced with glee. 

She had put up with the nonsense too long, taking them all in. The petulant demands, false accusations and ridiculous terms. Not wanting to create a scene, she will accept all of them in. 

It will always be "Yes Sally, I will do them," a smile plastered on her face, the smile that masked the maggots of hate that was consuming her from within. 

"THOSE 10 ITEMS ARE YOURS!" Sally voice was hard as if trying to exert herself to be at the topmost notch of the food chain. The rest of the world seems to be nothing but dust at the bottom of her feet. 

"Of course, Sally, I will do them," the smile returned but there was a tremble in her voice. 

Sally did not see what was coming. She turned to leave but suddenly an incredible force shoved her up against the concrete wall. 

"What is going on?" Sally’s mind went reeling and she screamed in fear and pain as a clump of her hair was pulled back roughly. 

"Stop it!" she screamed, her arms flailed in her futile effort to push her attacker away 

"Does it hurt Sally? Does your head hurt?" the cold leveled voice send chill down her spine. The tune was different but she could still recognised the voice. 

“What are you doing?" she screamed, confused and afraid. 

"Something that I should have done a long time ago," that level voice cold like the arctic wind. Sally hated how they sounded so cheerful before, how it grated her nerves in cheerfulness but now she felt fear. She could only flail helplessly against the tormenting grasp. 

With her neck and hair being tightly gripped, Sally was pushed forward to the other side of the room. Her heart skipped a beat as she came closer and closer towards the glass wall. Her struggle became stronger but it was all for nothing. 

With a mighty push, she was slammed against the wall. For a second, it felt like it would be alright but suddenly the glass gave way with a dreadful crack. 

She had meant only to rattle her nerve, she watched with fascination as the glass gave way under Sally's weight. 

The sound of glass falling to the floor filled the room; she stood wide eyed at the scene that is playing before her eyes as if in slow motion. 

Sally slumped to the floor, on the other side of the glass wall that was there. Her hair in disarray all over her face, that she could not see if her eyes were still opened or closed. But what she could see was thick; red liquid had begun to flow from beneath the prone body. 

She knew she will never get away with this but how odd that she felt so free. She bends down beside the body and softly touched the cheek that was turning cold quickly. 

“Did it hurt Sally?" she asked.