Not My Fault

After all, it's not my fault that she's dead. Well, yes, I did pull the trigger, but it's not my fault yes see? She wanted to die.

She even said so. I can still hear her sweat voice. So sensual and throaty. Just like the girls in the movies really. She said it just as plain as day: "Kill me." Right after I removed the gag from her mouth.

Yes, that's when she said it. I don't know why she wanted to die, after all... I did treat her like a princess. Just like any girl would want, or dream of being treated.

Oh, you should have seen her beauty. Long flowing hair, like Marilyn Monroe herself. And the dress she wore, a perfectly cut red dress that showed skin in all the right places and covered it in all the correct places as well.

Oh, I'm sure it wasn't ment to be cut like that. But, you see, that's not my fault either. She was falling... no... more like swooning... yes, that's it swooning. When I reached out to catch her, it just gave way like that. Ripped if you will.

Then there was her skin. Oh so beautiful that skin. Perfect pale skin. Not so pale as to make her appear ill mind you. The only imperfection being her recently acquired bruises.

Yes, the poor girl had a seizure. It happened shortly after she fainted. I remember it perfectly.

I was making love to her. Well, just starting to make love to her, when she came to and started thrashing madly about. I had to keep her from hurting herself so I did the most logical thing. I tied her up to the chair. But, as we all know, pale skin bruises easily, so when she accidently hit my foot those times... well, you get the picture.

Oh, the love we made then was exquisite. She enjoyed herself so much she just couldn't stop screaming. Well, not wanting to bother the neighbors I had to keep her quiet. So, I took a length of fabric from her torn dress and tied it over her mouth so that we could continue.

Yes, I do understand that she was supposed to be home by that time. But doctor, what was I to do? After all, it's not safe for a girl to be out at such an hour alone. When I pulled her into my shop I sought only to keep her safe from those that would do her harm.

You must believe me.

Although, I confess, I must have startled her terribly when I grabbed her. For that is precisely the time that she fainted. Really, what were her parents thinking letting a young girl out so late when she's as nervous as that?