She cried. The tears were streaming down her face when I wrapped the noose around her neck. She knew she was going to die. She had always known that one day I would kill her. And now, that day had arrived. When the noose was securely wrapped around her neck, I snatched the chair from under her feet and watched her suffocate, dangling from the rafters like a piñata. And I cracked up. I found her death hysterical for whatever reason, so I laughed about it until my stomach hurt. Eventually I sobered up, and burned her along with the noose before disposing of the remains in the river.
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短篇故事She was psychotic, no question about it. She killed four people. She laughed. She burned their bodies. Then she blew up the American flag. **WARNING: involves a lot of death, murder, and a crazy lady** Updated once weekly on Saturdays.
