His body lay still, cold. She poked at him to see if there was any life left. Nothing, everything was quiet.
A depraved soul, he deserved this, she thought angrily, hastily wiping the electric-cord. She couldn’t risk having her finger-prints on them.
She then dragged the body away, from near the wall to middle of the huge living-room. He was sprawled on the floor; the mock on his face frozen forever.
How she hated him. He had used and abused her; and almost everyone he could prey upon! Well, no more. Putting end to his powerful authority, she walked out.
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