The stone grew warm in Bristol's hand, causing her to yelp in pain. Then she felt pain again as Jon slapped her across the face suddenly. Shock was immediately followed by dizziness.
"What is it? It's mine, bitch," Jon spat. "Now give it back to me."
Bristol had no idea what had come over Jon. He was never the dominant one. She was. But now, it looked like he was taking control. She handed over the stone, then got smacked again.
"Slut," Jon said. He looked down at the wishing stone, knowing that it was Bristol's wish that had given him a "backbone". He was no longer weak or fearful. Now he was a take-charge kind of man. And now that he had the stone back from his incestuous lover, he was going to stop beating around the bush and put an end to this shitty world (or at least try to). "I wish ..."
