[She watches with satisfaction as Elena smacks into the tree, blurring with violent speed to follow her. Her left forearm presses into the brunette's throat, holding her in place, threatening to crush her windpipe.

Her right hand flashes out, fingers pressing into her chest just beside her ribcage with increasing pressure, just enough that if she presses a bit harder, her fingers will sink into her flesh.]

He didn't tell you, did he? Who am I kidding, of course, he didn't. [Her fingers press harder, nails starting to break the skin.] Would this one make five? Maybe you'll forget about him here, too.