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We stared at each other - and she smiled. Because she smiled, I found myself here in front of a dead body. I shouldn’t have fallen for her smile. I shouldn’t have chased my lustful desire.
“What are you going to do now?” I asked.
I’m sure I’m next so I await her words.
“What do you mean? She asked. “I’ll just make him look pretty and bury him or burn him.”
I nod my head. Why am I here? I began to think. I should have never followed her. I should have walked in the other direction. But her white midi dress, the white handbag, the white stanley glass cup were alluring. She looked great. I stare at her now and see the dress, the handbag, the cup covered by the man’s blood. And you’re probably wondering who the man was. I don’t know. Like I said, I walked into the building - following her and the next thing I saw was the smashing of the man’s head with a crowbar.
… You think I’m an accomplice don’t you? Damn it.
“Help me drag his body that way?” She pointed to the fireplace.
… You must think I’m an accomplice surely now.
I grabbed his feet, while she grabbed his shoulders and moved him.
“Thank you! I’m Cynthia,” She jumped with a spring on her feet. Her ponytails dangled and blood rushed to my balls. “You?” she added.
I gasped. I’m an accomplice. I followed my selfish desires and it led me to a murderer.
She stared, waited for a response. Unable to say anything but stare at the body, I watched as she walked towards me with the crowbar.
“You’re scared aren’t you?” She asked.
No shit, I thought. But my mouth stayed shut. Any words I utter will make you think I’m with her. She lifted the crowbar, looked at the blood and my stomach began to turn inside out.
“Fuck! It’s John” I hurled.
She stepped a few meters away from me.
“Well, that’s gross. But I’m glad you followed me John,” She smiled. “Didn’t think you would.”
Well, I just told you my name. I promise that I am not an accomplice. Like she said, I followed her in here like a stupid dog that fell for treats. Now I have to play along or die. What should I choose? God, why have I done this to myself?
“Look,” I began. “I followed you from the grocery store because you had a beautiful smile and I wanted you. I didn’t know I’d be in this situation.”
“John, thank you,” She dropped the crowbar. “I wanted you to follow and I’m glad you did.”
She walked away from me and focused on the body that laid near the fireplace.
“This man was my assignment.”
“As in?”
“As in, my bosses told me to kill him.”
“I see, you’re a hired killer.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere.”
“Yay,” I look around me and find no escape.
She sat on the floor, and signaled for me to sit down as well.
“You’re handsome John. You’ve watched me kill a man - so why not be with me and let your selfish desires take you over.”
And now, you know that I’ll be an accomplice. Fuck! I only wanted her, not to be tangled but to have sex and leave. Now look at me - Yay!
Yay, you made it! Thank you like always for reading my words. You’re amazing and I’m glad to have you here - Now, on what’s next?
In 10 days, my 2nd Novella will be out and you can now pre order for a signed copy :) I haven’t talked much about it because I have a hard time talking about my works but no more. Henceforth, I shall talk about my works as much as I can without going too crazy. You can pre order the book by going to my website
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On the 20th of the month, the book will be published and a signed copy will be sent your way. You can message me if you wish :)
My friends, I thank you once again and can’t wait to publish more.
Till next time,
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