Fredhoney

Usually she didn't hesitate before the kill. It was usually so obvious that they had to go and she felt nothing as they went. Her lack of conscience had always been good in that way. She didn't doubt that it was his time, she didn't doubt the importance of his death. However she could not bring herself to the act. She could not kill him as fast as he deserved. She squeezed the knife in her hand, cut slowly and saw his broken heart twist his face. "I'm sorry", she whispered. His lips were so thin. He said "I dont think we can be friends anymore." Unproffessional of her. She could've made it painfree, but she kept on going. Kept on killing