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"That’s my good girl. Don’t let a single drop leak out.”
“I won’t,” she whispers. “I want it in me, and I want more later.”
“Oh, you shall have more of my greedy little slut,” I mutter and lower my head to kiss her.
CHAPTER FOUR
SILAS
After leaving the confessional, I headed back to my floor and joined others in the line to work on dusting the floors. Luckily the guards didn’t clock in for how long I was away as I busied myself in working.
We all worked for hours and when the announcement came through the mic to head to our cell, we started forming a line to go to our beds. We are served the same food as before and the meat smelled awful. Our foods were either served during our field work outside or at the dining room which usually had broken seats or tables.
What the fuck is this?
Avoiding the meat, I finish my meal and lie down. The guards come in to take the boxes from us before closing the cell and ordering us to sleep. But it is often hard to sleep with the bright light from the watchtower shining on every cell now and then.
I kept my mind occupied with thoughts of Aella. I never thought my heart would be after a girl again after my first broken marriage. She is a girl who is the definition of innocence to me, as her beauty mesmerizes me every time. If I had known of her existence before, I would have waited for her instead of marrying a woman who framed me and put me through this hell. I still remember the day my late wife brought havoc that changed me forever.
“Susie?” I called out my wife’s name in my hoarse voice as I woke up from our bed. My head hurts like hell as I lowered my feet on the floor with my palm pressed against my temple.
What’s happening?
The last thing I remembered was having a few drinks with my buddy, Liam, while Susie sat on my lap. We were talking about our college days then everything turned foggy and dark for me the next second.
I looked over my shoulder, expecting my wife to be by my side, I instantly stood up from the bed with a scream of horror. I felt my throat turn dry, and my eyes widened in horror at the sight in front of me.
It was Liam’s body, his throat cut, and his blood covered the bedsheet. His lifeless eyes stared at me, and I felt my entire face turning white as snow from utter shock. I started to pant, unable to think, breathe or speak. I looked down and saw my hands covered in blood…in Liam’s blood.
Did I…No. No, this can’t be.
The door opened suddenly, and Susie walked in. I could barely see her from the tears blurring my vision and fear clouding me. I expected her to be surprised and horrified, but instead, she looked calm as she headed toward me.
“Good, you are finally awake,” she muttered with a smile.
“W-what…” I pointed at Liam’s body, “He…Liam…I…” I stuttered. But she gazed at the body before looking back at me while rolling her eyes in annoyance.
“What? Just get it out! He is dead because you killed him. It’s as simple as that.”
I frowned in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“We were drinking and talking when you discovered that I am sleeping with your best friend. Then out of rage, you stabbed him to death,” she stated. “The blood is on your hands, sweetie.”
I shook my head furiously. “No! I could never! And you were…you two…”
My heart shattered as the thought of the woman I loved and cherished hurt me running behind my back with my best friend.
“I know you can never kill him, even if you know that. But the police don’t. They will never know how I drugged you and later killed Liam. I put you both in the same bed and smeared the blood all over hands, making it look like you did all the crime. For the police you are the killer here, the culprit. I’m just an innocent, helpless wife who got stuck in a mess. They will never know it was me who killed him”
“W-what? Why would you do that?”
She shrugged. “I didn’t need to do all of this, if you didn’t make the stupid decision to give away your money alludes as donations to charities when you die. What about me? Those charities already have shit ton of money from other people. I need every single penny from you. But no, you just had to play the kind-hearted man,” she sighed, “I can’t believe I married a wimp like you.”
“But I thought my money didn’t matter to you…that you loved me for who I am.”
“Whatever. Save you whiny lines-” her words halt when the sirens reach close to our mansion. “Well, that’s my cue.”
She suddenly tears half of her dress and ruins her hair on purpose, along with her makeup.
