xii.

She keeps asking about the closet, and why I seem to guard it with my life, why I don't let anyone in there, because…
Well, if she only knew what was there, she'd understand.  Then again, she'd probably be completely horrified that I was keeping my own version of a mistress…
Though she was getting a tad pathetic. 

Whimpering.

Whining.

Crying whenever I was finished with her.

She'd be gone soon enough.
True, she hadn't dwindled away to nothingness yet, as I'd anticipated, and I knew I was going to have to do this the hard way.  I'd have to kill her myself.

It wouldn't take long, but I'd have to wait until night, after everyone's gone to sleep, after they've left.

She'd whimper. 

Scream.
There'd be terrible bloodstains…

And I don't know how I'm going to peg this on him…

But I'd think of something.

After all, I am a mastermind, aren't I?