“Whyyy you doooing this? Plessse let me goooo.” The words are hard to pronounce. Slurred even to my ears. But my tongue and my head aren’t working right. I ca—can’t think or form the right words. A shiver shakes my whole body.
He chuckles. “Because I can. I like the challenge of setting up unusual ‘accidents’. Most deaths are so boring and predictable. Gunshot here, stabbing there. Where’s the fun? I like the challenge of making it different. This one is especially innovative, because within hours of the end of the storm the local predators will dispose of the body for me.
Consider yourself lucky Maura, you’ll be long dead before they feast on you.”