#WritcoStoryPrompt43
The scandal could ring the death of his career. The naked woman in his bed lay with unseeing eyes staring at him. He stood over her with a knife in his hand and no memory of who she was or why he had killed her..... In the sense of sexual manner. I took her virginity he replied.
He put the knife down since he had already cut the ropes from her wrists....

I did not mean too. He thought to himself.
The pure trouble he was in if someone found out.

Oh, Hazele.

You will not forgive and me a chance now.

Hazele layed in his bed sleep.

There is blood on the sheets, Maxxe notice.

The pillows are thrown on the floor. And the headboard is broken.
Maxxe began to clean his room. He even clean up Hazele as she slept....

It has eight hours and Hazele is still sleep.

Maxxe goes upstairs to check on her...
He cracks open the door and she is still sleep.
He notices the rope across her left wrist is still in tack.

He shuts the door behind him....





to be continued.......


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