Knife pressed to my chest i take slow breaths, peering 'round the corner to see her. Untying her hair infront of the mirror unaware of her surroundings. Silence closes in as i walk behind her and dig the knife into her back. For a moment she tries to resist but i just dig it deeper twisting slowly. Her body limp as it falls to the ground, leaving her there i walk around the apartment.
I take the knife and wash it off i glance over for a moment at her body. Blood still dripping from her back, i leave the apartment.
Unknown number calls me after i close the door i do not answer and i do not end call. Leaving the phone ringing i walk away whoever called me can wait. The phone echoing down the halls as i retreat to the exit. I hold my head high and traverse the hall slowly i feel for the gun on my thigh and head down to the club.
Vielen Dank für das Lesen!
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