A Fitting End

She covered her tracks, kept her distance, and disguised herself, certain he never noticed her following him to work, the gym, on dates, or to strip clubs. She had no idea when he found out.

She’d been in love before, but they never loved her back. He wouldn’t understand she only did what was necessary.

She sat tied to a chair, awestruck at his deception. The rope was entwined around her and the entire room.

“How many times have you been in my home?” she asked.

“How many times have you been in mine?” he replied.

“What is your plan?”

“I’m weaving this rope so if you try to escape, the tension will trigger this rifle to fire. Then you’ll be joining your friends in the trunks in the attic.”

Her heart swelled at the realization she had met her equal. Shame it would be ending, but even she thought this a fitting end for her.