The Killer

P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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He held the gun pressed on her forehead say what ya want to say before you're dead but he left her with really no choice she couldn't speak gagged was her voice this is one death I'll never mourn her response was a muffled groan I have endured you long enough time for riddance, killing you won't be tough say last words, your last prayer then let my bullet speak, end of nightmare never thought taking life would be such fun my freedom from you would flow from the gun then he held before her a mirror see yer eyes see there the horror the pathetic pleading the cowering appeal sorry woman it's my time for the kill the trigger clicked the man closed his eyes no killer he was a good man in disguise game up, he said, we made a perfect score I'm happy it's over, will play this game no more

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