THOU SHALT SLAUGHTER

– Three –

I.

Know.

What.

You’ve.

Done.

She was once fond of her. Of course she was – they were best friends since the ninth grade. Although they virtually have nothing in common, they somehow managed to maintain their friendship.

Friendship.

It’s not a friendship anymore.

Every night Anna wants something different in return for her silence.

I know what you’ve done.

Sometimes it’s money. Sometimes it’s jewellery.

I know what you’ve done.

Sometimes it’s a kiss.

…Most of the time it’s more.

I know what you’ve done.

She hates it.

She thought she won her freedom with the gunshot. With the poison. She thought she wouldn’t be troubled by this again. It’s just like him all over again, feeling her up or fucking her as a form of blackmail or bribery. Only it’s not him. It’s Anna.

She watches Anna draw the curtains of the living room, plunging the room into darkness. Her eyes continue to follow her as she kneels down beside the CD player and turns up the volume as loudly as it can go without disturbing the neighbours.

That’s a bad sign. She wants the whole thing tonight.

I know what you’ve done.

All of this just for her silence. She’s beginning to consider that perhaps going to the police would be the easiest option, simply turning herself in to get away from this endless torture.

But she can’t. She doesn’t want to. Maybe she can fix it herself.

Anna smiles: I wanna fuck you right where you killed Richard.

She did that last night. And the night before that. And the night before that.

I know what you’ve done.

Anna leans in on her, a hand sliding up her shirt to caress her breasts, her body pushed up against the wall, whispering in her ear, moaning in unrequited pleasure: oh…was it really worth it?

Was it, she wonders. Was all of it really worth it? She only ended up where she started – raped into silence.

She closes her eyes. Now it is.

The hand movement is sharp and clean, the serrated edge of the knife sinking into Anna’s chest.

I know what you’ve done.

Anna gasps for air, her hands grabbling uselessly at the wound. She drops the knife on the table, standing over the bleeding woman. I worked too hard for my freedom for this!

She hauls Anna towards the garage by her leg, leaving a fresh trail of blood behind them. On the garage floor, she drops Anna, striding over towards her late husband’s machinery case. Anna continues to bleed and moans: Please…no…

She returns, clutching something to her body. Yes.

The machine revs to life, a mind-deafening roar which drowns out the music and Anna’s cry of terror.

I know what you’ve done.

Anna screams: AMÉLIE –

Amélie brings the chainsaw down.

Peace.

By.

Piece.