And The Pitch

I lace my right hand into Brianna's jaw and feel it crack from the blow...along with a bone or two in my hand as well. Her head snaps around almost backwards and she turns it back around to face me as I stand over her. Our eyes lock for a second, although I don't think she ever REALLY saw me, and then her whole body slumps to the floor face down. I know I haven't killed her because I can here a whistle coming from her smashed nose. I can see the blood on the barn floor starting to pool out a little and wonder if she has much longer to live.