"Hah! He always thought I loved him," cackled Mary as she walked towards to leather couch which sat in the corner of the dull lit living room. The cold wind whistled into the ears of the pale woman. You could hear her heartbeat fill the room. It got faster and faster every minute.

"I have to find a way to hide the evidence," mumbled Mary," this is going to be hard."

She picked up the big frozen leg of a lamb and placed it on the cooking table. In confidence she lifted the cooking knife and started to slice the meat into dices.

She then picked up the telephone and dialled a number. "He's dead, Now give me my money."

The lifeless man was gone.