17 Dead of Ami

(3rd person P.O.V)

Alana and Ami stabbed her stomach repeatedly. Kicking her face, cutting her arms.

“Stupid slut! That what you get for taking Logan! How dare you sleep in his bed! How dare you be in his room! I’ll make sure you never see him again! “Alana took the liberty of taking off Erika’s robe, leaving her bare. She glared at this woman’s perfect skin and shapely form. She used her claws to rip at her flesh, tearing her stomach and chest.

“Alana! That’s enough! Logan will probably smell the blood and come rushing over here! If he finds us we’re dead!”

“No! I’m not done yet!” Alana broke Erika’s hands and smashed her legs in. Suddenly, Erika’s eyes opened and she was gasping for air. The pain was excruciating, her skin was on fire. Alana smirked, satisfied at Erika’s pain-stricken face. Erika tried to heal herself, only her hands were no use. So she did the only thing she could