"You're going to die" The cold voice chimed from behind him. His limbs were bound with ropes and his eyes were bonded together with a single piece of duct tape. He daren't move, for if he did, he felt that a thousand shards of glass would be stabbed into him by his captor. So there he sat, glued to the chair. Literally. Waiting for his fate to be given to him, like a card pulled from a deck by a magician. A single word. It's result, to leave him dead. On the ground. Cold. Still. White as a rose petal. And beneath him, a silhouette of crimson. A sight of beauty in the eyes of the depraved.
"Cooper Braddock. CEO of Braddock Inc. has been found dead. His post-mortem is due to take place today and it is thought that he died of shock. He was found in a sewage outlet with scars on his skin and his body was severely mutilated. Police have yet to make a statement surrounding his death, but they have confirmed that they are treating his death as highly suspicious"
I switched off the TV, there was no point in watching anymore. I knew what I needed to know, he was dead. That was it. That's what I asked for, right? When the masked figure emerged, when he asked me "Who dies?" I said Cooper Braddock. I didn't need to give him any more information, Cooper Braddock was number 3 on the Forbes rich list and he was beyond rich. But he was nothing of a philanthropist, and that's why he had to die. Nothing mattered more to him than money and power, and ultimately, he was going to have to die sooner or later. I just fulfilled his fate… sooner than he would have liked to have hoped.
She slammed the door shut, her eyes were red with tears and her cheeks glistened as the tears ran down her face, like icy droplets of rain on a bus window. She turned to face the window, looking down onto the streets of London below, she pushed open the window, as wide as it would go. She paused, grabbed a pen and wrote a note. "See you in hell, Cooper" She wrote, tears smudged the ink and it started to run as she placed it down on the kitchen table. And that's when she stopped, turned and ran as fast as she could. Straight out of the window. Her eyes pressed tightly shut and her hair flying about in her face. She had decided to die, because without Cooper, she was nothing. And that was that. Jane Cooper. Gone.