The water splashed against the hammer, splattering blood against the sides and bottom of the sink. I roll my neck around to loosen the tension. It's been about three hours before I got tired; I decided to give Sally a break before I finished. She fainted from the pain. I took a shower to wash the blood from my arms and hands. The image of Sally covered in blood and bruises popped in my head. She kept begging me to stop, which only made me want to do it more. I sat down in front of the TV and started to watch Tom and Jerry, the episode when they were both trying to get the girl cat's attention at the beach.
Abruptly, there was a bang at the door. "OPEN UP! It's the police," a loud voice boomed throughout the house. "Bash it down," The voice said as he was answered by silence. A loud crash rattled the floorboards as the door fell off its hinges. The floorboards began to moan as a stampede of police in army boots swarmed into the foyer. Sally must have gained consciousness because there was a loud scream that must have taken all her energy to let out. There was a rush of footsteps towards the basement and then a loud, "she's her."
Throughout this whole scene, I continued to watch Tom and Jerry. Feeling someone's presence, I look up and see about a dozen police officers standing by the door pointing guns at me.
"Get on the ground now, with your hands behind your back," an officer say.
Staring her straight in the eyes, I flash her my winning smile, flashing my dimples.
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Thrills
Mystery / ThrillerSally meets John in the bar and when he asks to walk her home, she thinks it's her lucky night. That quickly changes when things take a turn for the worst.
