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In a split second, Sonny rushes to her. Time holds still. But it's too late. She pulls the trigger and kills Tony. She just put an end to years of slavery. She set herself free of the vicious bond he had imposed on her. With love. In his own miserable despicable way. She remembers the very moment her finger decided on her fate and sent the bullet right on target, how he used to caress her with hungry fingers, how he used to be so tender and charming when they first met. She remembers how each time her soul begged for more, for his warmth and protection. And then, slowly, inextricably, warmth became suffocating, and turned into hell.

Breathlessness turned to uneasiness. Uneasiness to anxiety. Until she found the courage to draw the line. But there was this one more mission, one more night, because Sonny asked her to cope one more time, because she was the key, so they could lock him away for good. One more sacrifice. One too many, so useless anyway. Here he was, with an ironic smile on his charming face, standing between the cops, sweating this challenging assurance from all the pores of his soft skin. They were about to set him free.

Yet just now, she got hold of fate and shot her torturer. Somehow, it doesn't make her feel any better. The purpose of her long fight vanished all of a sudden and she's not sure her life means a damn to anyone from now on. Not even to her.

So her very first decision as a free woman is obvious.

Before Sonny gets too close, before he tries to stop her, in a split second, the turns the gun to herself.