Yes, I
killed her and I don’t have any regrets. She was in pain and she asked me to.
She said I was being kind. I was. I ended her pain because no one else would.
Yes, I
killed her. I didn’t mean to hurt her, but she cried anyway. When I closed her
eyes and wiped away her tears, she looked peaceful.
Yes, I
killed her. She just wouldn’t try to understand me. I wanted her to believe me.
I tried, I really did.
Yes, I
killed her. She wouldn’t even listen as I pleaded. I didn’t want to force my
will but she left me no choice. How could I let her walk away from me? I knew
she didn’t want it either.
Yes, I
killed her. I had warned her of the consequences. She said she’d take her
chance. That chance didn’t turn out so well. She was back by my side by
nightfall.
Yes, I
killed her. I loved her. She slapped me and drew blood. She was feisty like
that; liked it rough. Her eyes remained open through it all.
Yes, I
killed her. She refused to believe me. She pretended like she wasn’t happy to
see me. She had to, she was being watched. I could see the terror in her eyes.
I had to free her.
Yes, I
killed her. I still remember how her eyes grew wide every time she saw me. I
never understood why she would deny our love. I asked her. She didn’t answer.
Yes, I
killed her. She was very still. When I asked if this was truly what she wanted,
she cried. She wanted relief from the pain and begged me to deliver her. In the end, she thanked me.
Yes, I
killed her. What else could I do? She was a witness.
Rashid’s
stomach lurched. His spine gave an involuntary shudder. His jaws were set tightly,
partly to keep the nausea away. The metal tabletop felt ice-cold under his
fingers. He took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. The tiny room seemed to
be closing around him. He looked at the man sitting across from him, both hands
chained to a little hoop at the centre of the table. The man looked back at him
with a steady gaze, without the slightest bit of emotion and waited. Rashid
flexed his fingers, trying to prevent them from going numb. Then he reached
back into the envelope and pulled out a picture of a woman. The man took one
look at the photo and nodded.
Yes, I
killed her...
Rashid
sighed, his breath trembling under the cold, emotionless gaze.
He had forty
more photos to go.
Yes, I
killed her...
