Brief

Stab.

Stab.

Stab.

Sweat dripped from his nose. It blended into the blood.

Stab.

Stab.

Stab.

The blade wedged in the floor beneath the carcass.

Rench.

Stab.

Stab.

The blade sticks again. The woman in the wardrobe runs for the door.

The man rises wearily.

Downstairs the woman beats on doors. The man follows the clatter.

Thrown lampshade. Stool. Vase.

He grips her wrist.

Stab. Tear. Twist. Remove.

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