Fiona lazily raised her chin, a look of arrogance plastered on her face.
Lucille slowly crouched down.
Fiona's lips curled up in smug satisfaction.
She knew it, despite all her bluster, Lucille would eventually have to submit to her, wouldn't she?
Just as Fiona basked in triumph, Lucille reached out and fiercely slammed Fiona's head against the ground!
Once!
Twice!
Thrice!
Stars danced in Fiona's vision, and tears streamed from her eyes.
"Does it hurt?" asked Lucille with a gentle smile. "I'm glad."
Pain rendered Fiona speechless. As she lifted her head, she caught sight of Molly in the ice coffin. She looked so peaceful, almost as if she were sleeping.
"Ha... Ha... Ha..." Fiona burst into sudden hysterical laughter.
Her laughter grew louder and wilder, carrying a note of defiance. "Lucille, it seems like my plan worked perfectly. Molly is dead, isn't this far worse than if you had been killed? Ha...Ha...Ha!"