Evening Prayer

By Kohikari

“Now I lay me down to sleep.”

She shouldn’t have taken the bait.

She shouldn’t have fallen into his trap.

He had exploited her only weakness.

Now she was trapped in a transparent cube with nothing but herself and her gun—and her cage was full of water.

She could see him laughing at her.

And her held breath was running out.

She had tried shooting. Almost every clip for her handgun had been used up firing at every single square inch of her prison. The bottom of it was littered with bullets that had just bounced off.

The damn cube was unbreakable.

“I pray the Lord my soul to keep.”

She was going to die. She knew it.

Real life wasn’t like in the movies where the hero runs in at the last minute to save the day.

But her partners would avenge her.

He wanted her to die.

He wanted to watch her drown.

He was going to sit there and enjoy every second.

Well, she wouldn’t let him do that.

There was one bullet left.

If she had to die, she would do it her own way.

She lifted the gun to her temple, noticing the surprise on his face.

The lack of oxygen was starting to make her dizzy.

“If I should die before I wake,”

He couldn’t win. She wouldn’t let him.

“I pray the Lord my soul to take.”

She pulled the trigger.