Finally, the sharp tool cut the living daylight out of her veins and made their blood flow like a pleasing river. Seeing her life drown out of her helpless, delicate and broken body brought me more satisfaction than what it should've.
Relief.
Freedom.
Happiness.
That's what I felt when I saw the clear water turn into a deep crimson but faithful color. I should have felt guilt- but why didn't I ?
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A Killing Pleasure With No Guilt
Mystery / Thriller"Even though, I am no angle nor a devil, but what had to be done was done. It was all Emma's fault! She brought this to herself. Only if she hadn't provoked me, things would've ended differently, right? Because of her, I had to dirty my hands. Just...
