But then the thought crept back again of her spreading apart on the floor the way she had.
It was Sunday afternoon, after being in a grocery store, Maria came back to her apartment, the days was cold and it was raining, she didn´t have anything else to do, once she was there, she started by thinking in Emilio. She remembered the best days with him, when the have gone to Paris and watched the Eiffel Tower with all its magical and vivid lights. But one the reality hit on her without mercy, a car accident, Emilio on the pilot side and a blackout in which after been kept 5 days in coma, she woke up with the notice that Emilio was dead, her dear fiancé was hit by the wheel in the accident and doctors couldn’t save him. Tears started it to roll down from her cheeks, she couldn’t take that memories anymore, so she decided to go trough the patio door and start smoking a cigarrete, that was all what she got, an empty apartment, a box of cigarettes, a
You´re not cruel, John. Are you? After she finished thinking about Emilio, she called Jhon, he came with a bottle of wine, they had been starting to date since April, they now had been seeing each other for about 3 months. John was recently in prison; he was making a parole for about 6 months by the time she met Stacy. That day the gray clouds were in the sky and the air was very cold John entered the apartment with only one thought in mind. Stacy was on her couch, she stood up to open her door and John entered, the sat down a start making a little chit chat. But later, John started making attempts for seducing her, at first Stacy thought it was a good idea, she feels lonely and a little bit of touch wouldn´t hurt her. But later John started to touching her more in a violent way, she tried to stop him, but know with his wrist he was holding Stacy’s.
Stacy´s heart start beating abruptly she felt his cold hands touching her body, at this moment John push her against the sofa and put her body on top of her, he starts to grabbed her so she couldn’t release herself. Stacy started to scream - You´re not cruel, John. Are you? - she kept saying it, - You´re not cruel, John. Are you? But John didn´t heard her, in his eyes were a glaze of fury, of cold blood, of thirst for murder, it was all set up, Stacy was never going to see the light of that cold day again.
After violently kill her, John dropped her body in a container, nobody saw nothing, and by the time this story is been written, Stacy hasn´t been found yet, if you found her body, please call the next number 84266322412.
I was investigating the case, and I have a co worker called John, thank you god he wasn´t, can you imagine work side by side with a murderer, what are the chances?
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