“Each time I drew my blade, I imagined the look of fear in his eyes when I returned for him. When he realized the wife whose arm he had cut off and left for dead would be the one to end him. I wanted him to know – he did not break me, as that was never his choice to make. I wanted to see the moment he realized that everything he had done to me – every slap, every punch, every kick – was kindling. It built me up into a raging wildfire, and now it was time for him to burn.”
