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Chapter 2

He had turned away from her, making her feel more abandoned. She knocked the delicate china cup onto the floor, letting out a little gasp to act as though it was an accident. Henry turned around when he heard it thud against the green carpeted floor.

"You are so clumsy," he said, nearly feeling pity for how pathetic his wife seemed.

He crouched to pick up the cup, letting out a grunt of effort, and Elizabeth reached for the vase of flowers, pulling it towards herself and gripping it with both hands, biting her lip in nervousness as Henry fussed over the broken handle.

The cabin stewards had put water in the vase, even though the plants were not real and therefore could take nothing from it. Elizabeth noticed this after smashing the vase over her husband's head. Water and broken glass, like ice on a bloodied ocean. She was taken aback as he slumped to the floor, pulling her hands to herself and shuddering.

"What have I done?" she whispered, but she knew that she had been given no choice.

She stood up from the chair and bent down to examine him, a sliver of glass protruded from above his eye, blood solidifying around the wound quickly after it pumped out. Elizabeth felt the burn of disgust in her stomach. One of the fake flowers had fallen in front of his face where he lay on the floor, the rest of them scattered around him. The petals of this particular silk plant were moving gently, he was still breathing.

She already felt so disturbed by what she had done, so Elizabeth doubted her ability to end his life at this point. She took a deep breath and undid his top shirt button and untied the black tie that he had been wearing. She held the tie with both hands after straightening up, considering whether the material would be strong enough. She could have attempted to crush his skull with another item , such as the luxury table lamp, but not only would it have made too much noise, but she had already broken property of the White Star Shipping Line and did not want to do it again.

She swept some of the broken glass on the floor aside, not fearing cuts as she was wearing gloves, the she sat on the floor behind the body, she could now see the rise and fall of his chest. Elizabeth pulled Henry's limp form towards her and gripped his stomach with her knees, he let out a groan, scaring her into a whimper of uncertainty, but it did not stop her from putting the tie around his neck. He was facing away from her, so she did not see his eyelids begin to flicker. She crossed the tie over, as if she may tie it and gripped one end with each hand.

"Elizabeth?" Henry wheezed, "are you trying to kill me?"

She tensed up, her eyes wide, unable to reply for a moment.

"Trying?" she said with a shaky laugh, "I'm just doing what I have to!"

She pulled tight, he gasped as his breath was cut off. One of his hands reached for her, but the incident with the vase had left him disorientated and therefore unable to stop her. Her breathing got heavier with the effort, whilst his became weaker, tilting his head back in longing for air, his unsure hands trying to pull the material from his neck. Then he stopped, she let out a gasp of relief, letting go of the tie and quickly standing up. She went to smile to herself for finishing what she had started, but then she felt dizzy and had to sit down. Elizabeth was a woman who had never done anything very wrong, and in this way, she did not know much of the world, as much knowledge can come from wrongdoing, but this was an action that so differed with anything she had done in the past. She started to shake as she looked back at the corpse, gripping the table as she felt the room spin. Tears slipped from her eyes, more from shock than from any kind of regret, putting her head down on the table, wiping her eyes on the tablecloth.

She decided to get some water from the bathroom, stepping over the body carefully, trying not to look at him, and walking into the en-suite room, lifting a tumbler from the wooden chest of drawers. The glass filled with cool water as she sighed with relief, but part of her still wanted to sob. She stared into the mirror above the sink and gripped the porcelain to steady herself, taking in the rhythm of her breathing. Then she smiled, feeling as if she had finally recovered from what she had done. Some of her blonde hair had spilled out of the detailed hairstyle, so she removed more of the pins, letting the hair tumble down over her shoulders; she combed it out with her fingers, feeling a certain freedom.

Then the door into her room clicked open and Elizabeth wheeled around quickly, she heard a small gasp of shock, not of horror. This gasp seemed to show that they had seen something unexpected, rather than something that scared them. This gasp came from her maid, Joy, who had just seen Henry's strangled corpse on the floor of the bedroom.

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