The unpleasant smell seems to awaken my senses, and I drop the axe onto the floor rather noisily and reach for my backpack. My hands keep shaking for a few seconds then steadying, my body seems to have gone into shock but I have to keep moving. I grab onto the gasoline container, pulling it out and opening it carefully. Why not add toxic petrol fumes to the already putrid smell? My hands shaking help me here, and I slosh the liquid over his body, watching it collect in his open wounds, and around him all the way around the room and over the bed and window-ledge and some on the already flammable curtains, leaving myself just enough to drizzle right under the already flammable door. When I set this place alight it's going to go up in flames faster than you can say fire. Although of course there's nobody here to say fire.
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Murder Machine - Short story (2200 words)
Misteri / 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!
