I only really felt like breaking and entering once this week, and somehow I think asking to borrow someone's shoes the day before someone else showed up dead would raise more questions than it would prevent.
[ She'll go ahead and get into her designated position, but she doesn't get into the plastic immediately. ]
If you're about ready, would you mind closing your eyes? I'd prefer it if no one's last image of me was one where I'm draped in bags.
No, no no. You can't afford the extra movement to the sink with my blood leaking everywhere. Just leave it behind. It will hide the fact I cooperated with you and make people think I was drugged.
[ She quickly gets the protective plastic situation under control, and then there's a brief pause -- not because of any second thoughts or moral dilemma, but to cut off a small piece of duct tape from the nearby roll and press it down over Erika's mouth.
After her whole spiel about it earlier today, it only seems appropriate. ]
Good night.
[ And with no hesitation at all, she plunges the knife in. ]
[Of course there was no controlling her movements after she was stabbed. Her eyes bulged open, in tremendous pain, and she tried to cry out, trying to rock herself to sit up but not having the strength to do so, for some reason.
Namely, lacking the life to do so. Blood poured out of her wound and onto the bed. Erika's face would grow steadily more pale as she passed out from the shock of having a kidney punctured.
After a minute or two of convulsing, she would go quiet, still.]
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[ She'll go ahead and get into her designated position, but she doesn't get into the plastic immediately. ]
If you're about ready, would you mind closing your eyes? I'd prefer it if no one's last image of me was one where I'm draped in bags.
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Are you going to leave the poisoned rag behind?
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Or is it some rag that belongs to you personally?
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You had better pull this off.
[she'll lie down now, face up]
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[ She quickly gets the protective plastic situation under control, and then there's a brief pause -- not because of any second thoughts or moral dilemma, but to cut off a small piece of duct tape from the nearby roll and press it down over Erika's mouth.
After her whole spiel about it earlier today, it only seems appropriate. ]
Good night.
[ And with no hesitation at all, she plunges the knife in. ]
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Namely, lacking the life to do so. Blood poured out of her wound and onto the bed. Erika's face would grow steadily more pale as she passed out from the shock of having a kidney punctured.
After a minute or two of convulsing, she would go quiet, still.]