A short story
“Killing is a rather nasty business,” she said without looking up. “However, it is a business I quite enjoy. Why, you may wonder? It’s pretty simple. It makes me feel like a god.”
The words lingered in the air and the faintest of smiles appeared on her face. No one saw the knife and when they did, it was already too late.
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