3 Apr 2018

The Art of Murder by Andriy Studynsky

I have to slow down my breath
and calm down that shaking of hands. Still don't understand why they are shaking, I’m not worrying, and I had already done it before. I just hope it all will clear to me when I see her. I need my blood cold and mind straight if I want things to be clear. Last time I had too much mess on the scene. My play had to be perfect, so all my visitors enjoy it.
But no more thoughts, I see her. I move quietly and carefully. It's awfully strange how my body can do it without brain, just on reflexes, and do it so good. I'm already at her back and already have a pipe in my hand. Mark on a pipe from her husband’s workplace. He will be considered to do the thing I will.
One powerful strike and she is down. So weak, so helpless, so defenseless, so beautiful. Need to do another hit just to make sure. If she survives through this I will not forgive it myself. She is one of a good actor, especially when lying without move. Best actors are the one that cannot make any mistakes. Now I just must prepare her for the play. Nothing more than a little bit of lipstick on her naked body and some hair work. Perfect.

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