With her wrists and ankles tied to a chair, Lucas cut her throat as the voices had told him. Her blood flowed down her naked body as she mouthed unintelligible words until death took her.
Fifteen into his twenty-year sentence, Lucas’s plea for compassionate release was approved. His glaucoma giving him tunnel vision, a decisive factor.
With her wrists and ankles tied to a chair, Lucas paused, his psychologist’s words nagging him. Taking a note from his pocket, it stated, “Don’t kill again Lucas.” Which he followed dutifully.
Seeing only “kill again” her blood flowed down her naked body.
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