I’m not proud of this one. But I had to kill her.
She knew what I’d done to that stupid intern! She just kept talking about him and weeping about how he was gone. She kept wondering if he’d killed himself over some girl. Or if he’d run off. She couldn’t understand why he would leave without telling her. She was at my house, sobbing over him, trying to get me to confess and I knew that she knew.
I couldn’t get her in the heart to begin with. I got her leg. I kept cutting at her leg until I finally managed to poke my knife through her eye. Then she died and I just kept hacking at her leg until I cut it off. The I stopped.