The ex-husband, who had solicited my help to snuff his wife, hadn’t heeded my warnings. He had insisted on just tying her hands with rope that he brought (apparently it had some kind of sentimental meaning to him). But, the evil bitch had chewed through the dainty rope, which looked much like an accessory to a wedding gown, and fled. So, when we returned to the basement after a heated argument about him not following my directives, she was gone. There was no exit in the dungeon; and, she had not come upstairs; so, we decided that she had to be somewhere in the large basement. This is precisely why I do not take on clients from friends!
I thought about one moment; and the next moment, I was in action. I ran upstairs and locked the door to the basement. I’d let them fight it out. I made myself comfortable in my library, where my surveillance cameras were catching all the movements downstairs. And there she was: hiding in a small crevice where the basement tunnel turns a little. She had nowhere to go, and she knew that now. Her macho ex was pounding on the door, angry and impatient for me to return. I just scoffed at him. I smiled as I noticed the reflection of a shiny object that hit the camera; the woman had a razor blade that I had set on the table.
The stupid buffoon of a man was charging forth, armed with only his anger. He searched for the woman, probably expecting her to be cowered somewhere and crying. But, I could see her head tilt; she heard his footsteps. I leaned closer to the monitor; when he rounded the corner, she lunched at him from behind so that the blade struck his neck. She struggled to free the blade and then continued stabbing him. She stood there for a long time and then dropped the blade as if she knew she’d be okay.
I quietly unlocked the door and allowed her to stumble, bloody and sweaty, into the upper level of the house. I told her that I hadn’t meant for any of this to happen; she fell on me and cried. “Yes, I know. Kam is such an asshole. He used you, too, and threatened you. I know.” I acted sympathetic; she didn’t even reach for the door. She was so close to the outside world. But, alas, as she pulled away from me with a smile, I sliced her throat. The blood trickled and then gushed. I had thought about torturing her, but I did enjoy the look in her eyes as she died. She knew: she had nearly escaped.
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