Another Monday Morning
Deftly you sweep the bowie knife from your hip up in an arc as she approaches. The keen blade slices through the flesh of her abdomen opening a gaping wound.
She stops dead in her tracks, looks down at the protruding intestines and blacks out, slamming to the floor, blood gushing from her stomach.
She's bound to die if you don't get her to a hospital quick, but the nearest hospital is ten miles away. Do you want to take the chance that she'll die on the way there and you'll be a suspect in a murder investigation? Are you prepared to leave her to die and run and take your chances? Do you ring the police and accuse your best friend of murdering her after he made love to her? It could work, she has his semen in her, it could have been rape.
She stops dead in her tracks, looks down at the protruding intestines and blacks out, slamming to the floor, blood gushing from her stomach.
She's bound to die if you don't get her to a hospital quick, but the nearest hospital is ten miles away. Do you want to take the chance that she'll die on the way there and you'll be a suspect in a murder investigation? Are you prepared to leave her to die and run and take your chances? Do you ring the police and accuse your best friend of murdering her after he made love to her? It could work, she has his semen in her, it could have been rape.