[ Ib hits him a few more times, but her arms are starting to get tired. Boo. A weak hit, and she lets the platter drop out of her hands.
...she did what she wanted to. It wasn't the kind of pain and terror Mary had to go through, but she doesn't think she could bring herself to do something like that to him, anyway. Somehow she doesn't feel any better. There's still a big, empty feeling inside of her. ]
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...she did what she wanted to. It wasn't the kind of pain and terror Mary had to go through, but she doesn't think she could bring herself to do something like that to him, anyway. Somehow she doesn't feel any better. There's still a big, empty feeling inside of her. ]