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sake, I should probably bind her limbs once again. I backed into the kitchen to retrieve some rope, keeping the gun aimed at her the entire time. I half expected her to make a move as I awkwardly tied her arms behind the back of the chair while attempting to simultaneously hold the gun to her temple. But she didn’t. She was almost cooperative. Perhaps she had faith that the law officers outside were going to rescue her from her predicament. I peered out the window to see a van and additional officers arriving. It looked like a scene from one of the crime shows I used to watch just to expose all of the legal inconsistencies.
I began to weigh my options. I would shoot Rachel, first in the stomach, then after a while, in the heart area. Then, what was to become of me? I didn’t exactly have a long list of choices for the final outcome after completing my Ravenge. But my survival wasn’t always the objective here anyway. I hadn’t pre-written my own demise into the plan, and I knew if my death occurred by my own hand, Karina would never escort me to the other side to be with her and Katie.
Where was she anyway? I would expect her to appear to me by now, at least for admonishment purposes. I searched around the room while tilting my head to hear her voice should she try to speak over the officer’s rude commands being shouted through the megaphone.
My plan had initially included a shallow grave in the back yard for Rachel, near the Inspiration Room. That way I could relive the satisfaction with every walk on the beach. That part of the plan was now ruined, and I never even got to shovel dirt. I would just to be present in the moment to derive maximum satisfaction out of watching her slump down in her chair after the bullet did what bullets do best, to
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The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life