You couldn't take it anymore, this fucking retarded bitch just couldn't stop being so fucking infuriating.
You thunder inside her room, she was absentmindedly playing on the Switch. Her stinky sweaty ass implanted on her swivel chair, ears covered with noise cancelling head phones.
You stride in, your chest puffed up and her teeth sinking into your lower teeth in barely contained boiling rage.
You grab the headrest, she is completely unaware of what you were about to do. You pull your hand back, a foot pushing down on the chair's support column.
You topple Kronii over, her Switch falls into the floor.
Kronii's eyes are wide in fear, she didn't have time to even clamber up when you immeidately knee her directly on her nose.
She falls down on her face, trembling as her hands clutch broken cartilage.
You grab her by the hair, painfully pulling her head up, you can feel the fucking greases and sweat in the strands.
Kronii is shaking, her blue eyes wide in fear as blood leaks through her interlocked fingers. Tears streaming down her face.
You raise a hand, slapping her on the cheek so loudly that it echoes across the house.
For the third time she is hurled at the ground by the force, landing violently on her ribs. She curls up into a ball, reminiscent of a fetus in womb.
You exhale, all the anger you had escaping in that one breath. You walk on over the toppeled chair, raising it up and taking your seat.
You were directly facing her, waiting for her to clamber back up.
She does so.

She huddles tightly, shaky hands on her eyes. Her ruined nose one gigantic blood clot, purple bruises forming where you had slapped her.
You sit there.
Thinking.
Maybe you've gone too far.