It's not the crates I want, not particularly. It's what's behind them. My small frame slides carefully through the gap between the crates blocking the rest of the room and the wall. If he knew I could fit through the gap he would have filled it. This part of the house is "Unsafe" for people like me. Vulnerable people. Women. The tool desk smirks at me, all it's metal devices gleaming under the brightening lights and cackling. The axe practically jumps into my hand as I lift it from the table, and I swing it quickly into the arms holding the drawer underneath up and closed. The drawer falls with a loud crash and some of it's contents spill onto the floor, inappropriate magazines and rope and matches and batteries and keys and so many other random things he's shoved in here where I can't get.
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Murder Machine - Short story (2200 words)
Tajemnica / ThrillerA young wife has had enough of her husband treating her like an obedient little machine he owns, so she takes her revenge. Meant to be read in one to two sittings, that's why the parts are so short!
