With the pressure from Aurora Sterling's foot, blood gushed ceaselessly from the bullet wound in Joy Dalton's calf. Joy Dalton's entire face contorted in agony, and cold sweat dripped from her skin without end. She didn't even have the strength to breathe.
"You... You're really not that little..."
"Still won't repent, is that it!" Aurora Sterling pressed down even harder with her foot.
"AH!" Joy Dalton let out a bloodcurdling scream as the intense pain shot through her. Then, her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed stiffly to the ground, passing out from the combination of excruciating pain and blood loss.
"Useless!" Her eyes glacial, Aurora Sterling gazed down at the deathly pale Joy Dalton and slowly lifted her foot.
Timothy Sterling could only watch as that familiar figure effortlessly took down everyone. He then watched as she tortured Joy Dalton, her face devoid of expression the entire time. She looked like a cold-blooded monster.
"Are... are you really not Aurora?"
