Deep inside her (ih her harrowed soul) she felt a glowing ember of fury at the man responsible for this. Tha man who had put her in this position. She looked at the pistol lying beside the basin, and knew that if he were here, she would use it on him without a moment's hesitation. Knowing that made her feel confused about herself. It also made her feel a little stronger.

Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is back.

I hope he died of intestinal cancer in a part of the world where morphine is as of yet undiscovered.

She felt like Captain Ahab, for the first time sighting his great white whale.

May your first day in hell last ten thousand years, and may it be the shortest.