The killing…

I grip the knife in between my fingers as tightly as I can. My palms are so sweaty that I'm afraid the knife will slip through and clatter on the white marble floor. After every minute that passes by I rub my hands on my pants, trying to remove the moisture that's gathered on my … Continue reading The killing…

Planning a murder

Her whip hits me on my back between my shoulder blades, right beneath my neck. I wince in pain, but like all the other kids I clench my jaw as tightly as I can. The lesser I scream the quicker it will be over. I try to focus on the yellow grease spots on the tiled … Continue reading Planning a murder