Her eyes became distant as she remembered something long forgotten. . .<br/><br/><em>After she'd cut his throat she hunted down his instruments of torture.  The very same ones he'd used to steal her heart.  She cut his chest wide peeling skin and muscle and fat back.  The smell of blood was strong.  There were bones protecting his heart so she got a sledge hammer to break them.  With every blow a fine spatter of blood misted the air and settled on her face like rain.  She pulled the stubborn bones back and out of the way and stood looking at his heart.  It didn't look like the hearts traded on valentines day.  It was just a chunk of flesh and blood.  What was she doing?  WHAT HAD SHE DONE!</em><br/><br/>For the first time tears streamed from her eyes down her face.  Her eyes remained distant and her stare was blank.