Chapter 7
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From outside, Sam heard siren howls, which grew louder and louder. Apparently she had used the kitchen towel too late. Someone had called the police by the screams.
Sam giggled hysterically. Ironically, in an area where people were shitting dirt around each other. Had Jessica shouted too? But the cries of a woman were not uncommon in this area.
Sam continued to smoke with pleasure. The man in the chair did not move. From her position, it was impossible to tell if he was still breathing. If she looked at the amount of blood, she did not believe it either.
Sam looked at the bed. Only the bare soles of Jessica's body could see her.
"You deserved more, little one, that was way too fast. I swear to you here and now that such pigs will suffer more in the future, that's what I worry about."
The sirens were getting louder. Sam heard car doors banging and feet hurrying over the cobblestones in their direction. Too late to worry about flight. She scolded a dilletante and briefly considered arming herself with the baseball bat and forcing the police to shoot her. Then she thought of the promise she had just given Jessica and added to her oath. "My life for the execution of such scum !?"
The air in the small room smelled horribly heavy of blood and the stink of death. Terrible nausea and headache plagued Sam as the door crashed against the wall and four uniformed men hurried into the room.
They stood in silence for a moment, contemplating the gloomy scene.
Sam passed noisily between her legs and was only vaguely gripped by four strong hands. The cigarette fell from her hand, in the middle of the ever-expanding blood. As the men pulled her to her feet, Sam's heel slipped through the pool of blood. She looked back at the bloody prints she left behind. Her heel had pulled a trail. This trail looked like a big J. Samantha smiled and took one last look at Jessica.
"I wrote your name with his blood" she whispered to her.
The men pulled her into the cool night. Greedy, she sucked the fresh air into her lungs. Behind her, she heard excited voices. She was not surprised, even for this area the situation in the arbor had to act unusually brutal and disgusting on the law enforcement officers. One of the policemen put handcuffs on her, which closed painfully around her wrists.
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From outside, Sam heard siren howls, which grew louder and louder. Apparently she had used the kitchen towel too late. Someone had called the police by the screams.
Sam giggled hysterically. Ironically, in an area where people were shitting dirt around each other. Had Jessica shouted too? But the cries of a woman were not uncommon in this area.
Sam continued to smoke with pleasure. The man in the chair did not move. From her position, it was impossible to tell if he was still breathing. If she looked at the amount of blood, she did not believe it either.
Sam looked at the bed. Only the bare soles of Jessica's body could see her.
"You deserved more, little one, that was way too fast. I swear to you here and now that such pigs will suffer more in the future, that's what I worry about."
The sirens were getting louder. Sam heard car doors banging and feet hurrying over the cobblestones in their direction. Too late to worry about flight. She scolded a dilletante and briefly considered arming herself with the baseball bat and forcing the police to shoot her. Then she thought of the promise she had just given Jessica and added to her oath. "My life for the execution of such scum !?"
The air in the small room smelled horribly heavy of blood and the stink of death. Terrible nausea and headache plagued Sam as the door crashed against the wall and four uniformed men hurried into the room.
They stood in silence for a moment, contemplating the gloomy scene.
Sam passed noisily between her legs and was only vaguely gripped by four strong hands. The cigarette fell from her hand, in the middle of the ever-expanding blood. As the men pulled her to her feet, Sam's heel slipped through the pool of blood. She looked back at the bloody prints she left behind. Her heel had pulled a trail. This trail looked like a big J. Samantha smiled and took one last look at Jessica.
"I wrote your name with his blood" she whispered to her.
The men pulled her into the cool night. Greedy, she sucked the fresh air into her lungs. Behind her, she heard excited voices. She was not surprised, even for this area the situation in the arbor had to act unusually brutal and disgusting on the law enforcement officers. One of the policemen put handcuffs on her, which closed painfully around her wrists.
From outside, Sam heard siren howls, which grew louder and louder. Apparently she had used the kitchen towel too late. Someone had called the police by the screams.Sam giggled hysterically. Ironically, in an area where people were shitting dirt around each other. Had Jessica shouted too? But the cries of a woman were not uncommon in this area.Sam continued to smoke with pleasure. The man in the chair did not move. From her position, it was impossible to tell if he was still breathing. If she looked at the amount of blood, she did not believe it either.Sam looked at the bed. Only the bare soles of Jessica's body could see her."You deserved more, little one, that was way too fast. I swear to you here and now that such pigs will suffer more in the future, that's what I worry about."The sirens were getting louder. Sam heard car doors banging and feet hurrying over the cobblestones in their direction. Too late to worry about flight. She scolded a dilletante and briefly considered arming herself with the baseball bat and forcing the police to shoot her. Then she thought of the promise she had just given Jessica and added to her oath. "My life for the execution of such scum !?"The air in the small room smelled horribly heavy of blood and the stink of death. Terrible nausea and headache plagued Sam as the door crashed against the wall and four uniformed men hurried into the room.They stood in silence for a moment, contemplating the gloomy scene.Sam passed noisily between her legs and was only vaguely gripped by four strong hands. The cigarette fell from her hand, in the middle of the ever-expanding blood. As the men pulled her to her feet, Sam's heel slipped through the pool of blood. She looked back at the bloody prints she left behind. Her heel had pulled a trail. This trail looked like a big J. Samantha smiled and took one last look at Jessica."I wrote your name with his blood" she whispered to her.The men pulled her into the cool night. Greedy, she sucked the fresh air into her lungs. Behind her, she heard excited voices. She was not surprised, even for this area the situation in the arbor had to act unusually brutal and disgusting on the law enforcement officers. One of the policemen put handcuffs on her, which closed painfully around her wrists.
