Chapter Two: A Promise
The day went by extremely slowly, but at long last, the clock chimed the seventeenth hour, and a few minutes later, he returned; he was smiling at her-- she couldn't help but be surprised by the fact that the pig could still be grinning from ear to ear after what he had done to her, but she knew that he soon would never be able to smile at her-- or anyone ever again… "I missed you," he whispered, gently, taking off his hat, and gently laying his hand on her shoulder, which had at last stopped trembling, "I'm glad you've finally seen how wonderful we are together."
She slowly nodded; knowing what she had to do in order to catch him off his guard, and end his wickedness once and for all. Without another word exchanged between the two of them, she fell into his arms, and they were one again, "You're so beautiful," he whispered, moaning, as he lay on top of her on her bed. She nodded, feeling the sharp edge of the dagger in her hand that she had well concealed beneath one of her pillows all day, in order to do away with him for good. Without a second thought, she raised it over his back, making sure he couldn't see it, "And you'll never hurt me again," she plunged it into his flesh, surprised by how easily it sunk inside, before he had a chance to respond to her statement. Her eyes glinted with slight amusement as his blood poured from out of the open wound, onto the rest of his body, and then onto hers; his eyes widened in surprise, and continued to stare as she kicked him off of her, and onto the hard floor to ensure that the blood would not stain the white linen sheets that she slept on, "Goodbye," she whispered, as his breaths subsided and then ended altogether. She stood; his blood pooling at her bare feet, That felt so wonderful, she thought, and then, she realized that the body would have to be hidden to avoid any further trouble or questions…
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She washed the blood from off of her, and then dressed quickly and quietly. Midnight was soon approaching, and she paused to marvel at how quickly time had gone by; after having had scrubbed the floor of her bedroom to remove all traces of blood, and checking her face one final time in the mirror to make sure it was clean again, she wrapped his body up in a dark colored sheet, pulled a coat over herself to stifle any shivers from going outside as it was frigid, and then began dragging the body outside into the snowy woods…
You only got what you deserved, she thought, bitterly; stepping in her tracks-- sure that this was the right spot to conceal his body for all eternity. May you rest in peace, she thought, digging a long hole in the ground, and placing him within, pausing for a slight moment to take out the dagger that was still embedded deep within the flesh of his back, and wiping it clean on the dark sheet, "You'll never hurt me again," she whispered for a second time; covering him up with the dark-colored dirt to hide him from prying eyes, and after having covered up his corpse, piled some freshly fallen snow to make the spot utterly unrecognizable from any other spot in the woods, You'll burn in hell, dear cousin, and with one final glance at the seemingly empty tomb that would forever contain his body, she turned her back to the spot, and started home, as snow continued to fall from the dark skies.
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Staring directly at her pale face in the looking-glass, Isabelle felt as though a very great weight had been lifted from off of her shoulders at the death of her cousin. She felt no guilt-- no remorse. I still cannot believe that I've done this, she thought, pulling her hair back, and smiling as the falling snow outside at last stopped, as if satisfied with her kill, Winter's nearly over, she realized, as she stepped back from the mirror, and began walking back towards her bedroom.
Winter was leaving rapidly, and spring was approaching just as quickly; with it, the snow would be replaced by fresh springtime air, and her cousin's body would most likely thaw out in the forest.
That does not matter though, she thought, for no one will think to search for him there, a slight smile formed on her face, although it did not make her beautiful as it once had-- it filled her eyes with a crazy glow, and made her almost ugly. Maybe I can convince them that he ran off to England with some local pleasure-woman, and they'll have to believe me, for what else will there be to believe?
She laughed, wildly, and lay down in bed.
The madness had at last manifested.