Page 46 of Morally Gray Daddies

Picking up one of the spare pillows, I put it over his face with my left hand, cutting off the snoring as I pointed the gun down at the pillow. He was just starting to move, hands lifting, a muffled noise of shock, when I pulled the trigger. The hands dropped, his body going slack.

Job done.

I turned around, ready to make my way back out the door, when movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention.

Immediately, I whirled, gun out in front of me.

For a moment, I couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing.

A cage, a big one, on the other side of the room.

A pile of rags lifting up…

No, not rags, a woman.

Dingy blonde hair hung around her face as she clutched a dirty sheet to her chest. Her shoulders were bare.

She blinked in the darkness, staring at me, her mouth open as she focused on the gun, then looked up at my face.

“Please,” she whispered. “Kill me.”

The End

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