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The Evidence
Jessica, half naked as she prepared for the camera, was taken by
surprise when she heard a knock on her door. Who was that again
knocking at her door at this time of the night? she wondered. Pauline,
her neighbour, most likely, she always had a habit of visiting in the
late hours. Well, get done with her quickly before she interrupts the
occasion. She audibly sighed and hurrying to open the door, was haste
to turn the door knob.
Behind her, the clock read 11:59:41 pm
“Chris!”
And on her left, somewhere at the top of the fridge, a click went
off.
11:59:45.
“Chris, what are you doing here at this time of the night?”
“You whore; I’ve come to send you to hell”
And looking at his eyes, Jessica thought he meant it, yet her
confusion didn’t allow her to believe it, maybe he was joking; he had
to be.
But she was wrong.
Swiftly grabbing her by the hair, Christopher whirled her towards
him, meeting her face with a timed punch, followed by another,
another and another to the abdomen; each professionally executed.
Now Jessica, didn’t doubt, he meant to hurt her, and so, caring
less, decided to make an alarm, shout for help. But Christopher was
too fast for her.
Forcing a piece of wool into her mouth, he chocked her, took a
glance at his watch; 11:59:50. It was time.
Withdrawing his gun with the dexterity of a professional,
Christopher pointed it at Jessica, who now, standing against the fridge,
trembled like a mouse before a cat. Agape, she stared with
unbelieving eyes; a gun? Was this how deadly the man she had been
dating was?
Christopher grimaced and savouring the fear he saw on her eyes,
stole another look at his watch; 11:59:56, injury time.
Drawing a deep breath, he silently took his count.
0ne, two, three!
‘Chris no…..Chriii…sss!!....’
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