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The Perfect Plan

I would make her feel such pain. I would cut her heart from her chest. Her unbearable agony would finally quench the burning hatred that she had seeded in me throughout our marriage. I had thought many times of elaborate ways of inflicting upon her relentless anguish. Each situation more diabolical than the last. Everything from dismemberment to skinning her alive. I gleefully reveled in my daydreams and her pain. Until I stumbled upon the perfect plan. I would make her scream in horror and relish every second of it. I made ready everything the night before. I was to be on a hunting trip and not returning till morning. But I'd catch her off guard while she slept. When I was finished I'd be rid of her. She would be nothing more but a mass of flesh praying for death.

I carefully opened the front door. There was a slight creaking sound but too faint for her to hear. Slowly I walked up the stairs precisely picking each step as I climbed. I turned the doorknob to our bedroom and crept inside. The sound of the revolver was deafening.

"My God Steven! Oh my God, Sweetheart! I didn't know it was you! Please God no! Please be OK baby. I thought it was a burglar! Oh God help me!"

As I faded away I heard those beautiful screams and smiled. It was the perfect plan.

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