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The fifth night
When he came to work that night and approached the break room he found two guards outside. Inside was a general.
- I wanted to catch you before I went home for the night, and thank you in person. I don’t know what you did, but it did the trick. She blabbered like a baby in the morning. Gave us even more than we had expected her to. She was a good catch. I’d be honoured to have you and your wife over for dinner some evening and if I’m lucky you might share with me your secrets. I’ll ask my orderly to arrange something with you.
With this the general shook his hand and took off. Ollie just looked pleased and nodded.
- You’re one creative devil, boss. I’ll give you that. Number Four is still around. I’m not sure why she wasn’t transferred out but there are no new instructions regarding her tonight.
When they reached her cell she was lying as still as she’d always done when they came to her cell. This time Ollie’s truncheon gave no response, and he kicked her over and he could see her still open eyes starting straight up into the ceiling. He found it hard to reconcile the thought that those eyes had him so spell bound, eyes now so dead and unthreatening. She didn’t have any pulse. “Such a shame, with such a beautiful woman”, he thought to himself while strolling along to the next cell on his round, with his ever faithful “boys” behind him.
The End
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