TWISTED (Revised)

"Alright, listen carefully. You're going to run straight through those trees over there. Keep moving forward until you reach a road. Once you're on the road, take a left. Follow that path, and you'll eventually come across a gas station. Do you understand?"

Her eyes widened, and she stammered, "Okay, but what about you? Aren't you coming with me?"

I gave her a reassuring, if somewhat cold, smile. "No, I'll be fine. Just focus on getting out of here, and move quickly." I nudged her through the back door, then turned back toward the kitchen.

I made my way to the table, reaching underneath to retrieve a gun I had stashed there. As I walked back toward the door, I glanced at her retreating figure. She had barely reached the edge of the trees, struggling to get away. A wry smile crept across my face as I stepped outside.

Taking aim with practiced precision, I lined up the gun and pulled the trigger. The shot echoed through the air, and she collapsed instantly. I approached her body slowly, ensuring that she was truly dead. Bending down, I felt for a pulse but found nothing. It was clear-she was gone.

I stood up, a mix of disdain and satisfaction in my eyes. "Stupid bitch," I muttered under my breath, my voice laced with contempt as I stared down at her lifeless body.