Page 194 of That Time I Accidentally Became A Serial Killer

His eyes plead.

But I’m not cruel. I’mthorough.

“This is for the girls you marked,” I’d say. “This is so you never do it again.”

His mouth is a ruined red garden now.

Gaping and quiet.

He’d start to shake. Eyes wide as blood starts to fill his mouth now, drowning him. No sense in keeping him with me anymore.

But something seems incomplete. Unfinished and it’s bothering me. The slice across the neck.

It’s crucial now.

I wonder what would come first. If he would drown on his blood or bleed to death. Let’s find out.

I’d whisper, the steel of my blade kissing the pulse at his neck. “This is for the girl who woke up too soon.”

And then… peace.

The final cut.

Not rushed.

Not angry.

Just the soft slide of metal across his throat.

Not because he deserved it.

But because I’m done.

“Poppy.”

A sharp elbow to my ribs. Lewis, panicked. “The judge is questioning me. Help?”

I blink.

The courtroom reassembles itself slowly, like pieces of glass shifting back into a window.

Mercer’s still seated at the defense table. Still composed. Still playing the role.

But I realize—I’ve been staring at him.

Hard.

Unblinking.

Long enough that it’s no longer subtle.

And he’s looking right back at me.

Not confused. Not offended.

Amused.

Like he knows.

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