Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 482

The crimson streak was stark and menacing.

Disbelieving, Hendrix raised a hand to his forehead. The moment his fingers touched the warm, wet blood, his face went deathly pale.

He turned to curse Honora, but another blow struck his head. This time, the impact was far more violent.

Hendrix lurched forward, nearly collapsing. His vision swam with black spots, and a roaring filled his ears as the world spun around him.

Before he could react, a third, a fourth, a fifth blow rained down on his head.

Finally, his strength gave out, and he crumpled to the floor.

“Go to hell! You animal!”

Honora stood over him, clutching an empty beer bottle, her eyes red with fury as she brought it down on the man’s head again and again.

“What’s the point of a maggot like you even being alive? Just die!”

She summoned every last ounce of her strength, smashing the bottle against Hendrix’s body relentlessly. Even after he lay lifeless on the floor, she didn’t stop, bending over his corpse and crazily hammering at his head.

Blood splattered everywhere—on her face, her clothes, the floor, the table, the sofa. Soon, the room was a canvas of crimson.

Only when her arms were completely drained of strength did the bottle finally slip from her grasp.

Honora collapsed onto the sofa, her eyes staring blankly at the man on the floor, his face beaten into an unrecognizable pulp.

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