“Elise, darling, I am so very sorry

“Elise, darling, I am so very sorry. You know I didn’t mean for that to happen. Please will you forgive me? I’m so very sorry I lashed out like that, darling, please wake up!”

Elise lay on the ground; to anyone from a distance it looked as though she was napping, curled up in a ball, head lying on the floor. As you approached however, you could see a faint line of blood starting at her temple, and leading down her rosy cheek and disappearing behind her ear. Her eyes were shut, not squeezed tight like you would expect for someone who was injured, but closed in a dreamlike way.

At her side her husband continued to yell for her forgiveness and for her to please wake up. Pieces of a shattered porcelain teacup were now being swept up into a pile not far from where she lay.

The husband looked to his wife laying on the ground, and placed his fingers above her jugular to feel for a pulse. There was a very faint thump- thump as her blood continued to try to reach all her necessary organs.

He picked her up by the shoulders, and quickly drug her into the bathroom. Picking up a knife on the way. Quickly he stripped her of her clothing, and began to drain her blood into the tub. When about an inch covered the bottom of the tub, he stopped, ran back to the kitchen, grabbed a tea kettle, and proceeded to fill it up with her blood.

As he placed the kettle on the burner he heard the door bell ring. It was the neighbors who his wife had invited over for tea.