A desperate gasp escaped her lips as my hands squeezed tighter around her windpipe. Her final breath.
Silence filled the halls of her mansion. I sat there for a second gathering my breath. Then I began my work, dragging her lifeless body to her bedroom, I had already prepared her room for this before she arrived home. Now I lift her heavy body looping the noose around her neck and kicking the chair to make it look like a suicide. Then I leave and it was all before the night ended.
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Little stories
Short StoryA bunch of short stories I have written, as well as the start of stories I likely won't finish. If you would like me to continue a story feel free to ave a comment. I have moved these stories from a different account
