The color drained from Olivia's face, leaving her a ghastly shade of gray. Her hands began to shake with an uncontrollable, violent tremor as the horror took root in her marrow.
"You buried her?" she whispered, the words barely escaping the suffocating grip of her own throat. "You... you buried her alive?"
Elvira's response was a shrill, ecstatic cackle that grated against the stone walls. "Exactly! Oh, that look—that is the masterpiece I was waiting for! Seeing your soul shatter is far more delicious than any wine."
Something snapped inside Olivia. The last tether of her restraint frayed and broke. A blind, primal rage took over, and she began to rain blows down upon Elvira with a mindless, mechanical ferocity. She struck until her knuckles were raw, until the rhythmic sound of bone hitting flesh was all that filled the room. Only when Elvira's body went limp beneath her did Olivia finally stop.
