MURDER IN THE ORATORY
Eight
He squarely places the pillow on my face. I am weak, so, I am literally unable to fight back. He overpowers me completely. I try kicking my legs in the air, but that doesn’t happen, I have been inactive for the past few days that only means that they are wobbly and jelly-like. I have given up a number of times, but I always lived once again. This time around, I am sure the i***t is going to kill me. He presses it on until I am desperately choking. He drops it and I gasp loudly for breath. I am suffering, and I think this is literally painful. Where is everyone? That’s the question that’s on my mind.
Where is Doctor Omar? Is there no one in this hospital? Why have they left me to suffer? He pulls the pillow to his left hand, looks at me with a very evil smil
