Fools Rest In Pieces

oom. He had no time to stand on ceremonies. He began kissing and caressing Mary from head to toe. Mary clung t

th. She was able to focus on the grandfather clock hanging over the window. 2.15 p.m. was the time. She leisurely watched the fifth i

t shot three rich jets of warm liquid throughout the room in quick succession. Mary lost her g

e afterwards, she pleaded, "Enough! It's enough! I need to take a short break no

ed by a heavy slump. She hurriedly reached for her clothes and rac

at you want! You won't have to worry ab

struck Mary on the head brutally. With blood spurting up in torrents splashing on th

d-Bathed

loor, her limp arm sagging behind her like a broken doll. The metallic smell of blood pervaded the air, mixed with the acrid stench

your cancerous jealousy! And I am next on the line! How many have you two killed? And

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ic smile spread across her face. "What's wrong, Nadja?" she taunted. "Never seen a little mess before?" Nadja's hands trembled as she held onto the

slowly and methodically, as if this were no more than a chore. Nadja's heart pounded in her chest. She knew she wasn't just living with kil

ing a

eard Vitro and Aleksa arguing in the other room, their voices muffled but venomous. She knew she had to escape

own the stairs, her heart pounding so hard she was sure it would wake them. The front door creaked when she ope

footsteps. The cold bit at her skin, but she didn't stop. She didn't know where she was going, only that she couldn

ng i

r and colored it, changed her clothes, and taken on a new name: Sarah. A straightforward name, an easy one to kn

formed connections, always cashing out and never staying long enough anywhere to get to know anyone. Every stranger's e

have done anything to stop it. Was I a party to it by not speaking out? Did I ever love Vitro, or was I just too afraid to walk a

sted

ne knew each other, but she remained by herself, fading into the background. She worked at a

stopped working. Aleksa was changed-her hair cropped shorter, her clothes less showy-but no one could question that calculat

lder, more worn, but the same eyes looked out at her-sharp, calculating, full of danger. To her astonishment

that it was a lie, but the fear of what he would do if she did not go with him kept her quiet. Despite her better judgment, she consented to go back