The tile was already sharp-pointed from Charlene’s repeated sharpening over the days.

Charlene held the tile in her hand and ignored the bleeding from her hand. Her full attention was fixed on the unconscious Deirdre.

She wanted to carve the word ‘b*tch’ on Deirdre’s face! She wanted to carve the word on Deirdre’s face even if Deirdre was already dead so the people would learn of this woman’s end!

Charlene crawled her way to Deirdre and stared at her exquisite face. Her pupils dilated, and she was breathing heavily from jealousy and eagerness. She clutched the tile tightly, aimed the pointy end, and jabbed it into Deirdre’s face.

The tile stabbed into Deirdre’s flesh with great effort. Charlene was about to guide the tile downward with a distorted expression when she was caught off guard when Deirdre opened her eyes and slapped away the tile.

Deirdre’s entire body was shaking. She had lost consciousness but was awakened by the immense pain.

Blood was flowing down her face. She