“What’s that, my love?” I say and pull down her gag.

“Sophie?”

“No, it’s not Sophie.” I laugh. But then a cold shiver runs down my spine and I look around. It doesn’t feel as though we’re alone in the room.

I push the sensation away.

“Let’s see how you’re doing. Would you like something for the pain?”

Samantha nods her head and opens her mouth in what, I feel, is a somewhat suggestive manner. I smile. She is a loving girlfriend. It’ll be a shame to get rid of her, especially now that she knows who I am and loves me. But my plan must go on.

I take two Tylenol out of the cabinet and pop them in her sensuous mouth. She murmurs something through the tablets.

“What, my darling?”

Again, she murmurs something. I bend down closely to hear her submissive voice. So different than the voice I’m used to hearing from SamWright. I bend my head down to hers, but she raises hers quickly and violently, head-butting me.

“Bitch!” I scream, and slap her hard. I grab my knife from behind me and slice one of her superficial wounds so it’s deeper. She screams but I slam her gag down on her mouth again.

“Don’t you ever, ever try anything like that again!”

I kick my instruments across the room. That little bitch. I want to kill her now. I want to punish her for what she’s done.

But it’s not time.

I manage to control my temper…for the moment. I prefer my killing to be planned, controlled.

I control my anger, it does not control me.