The plan was simple. Five crushed pills in his cup of coffee. That was more than enough to send three grown men to heaven.
He’d wake up and I’d serve it right to him. Serve him his death.
The sun filtered through the window, catching my hazel eyes that hadn’t shut all night. Sleep was a luxury I couldn’t afford. I was busy planning, plotting, and scheming.
He yawned loudly right beside me and that only meant one thing - it was time to spring into action.
I got out of bed and walked towards the coffee maker tucked against the wall. Surprisingly, there was one in my room, there was almost everything needed to sustain one through the apocalypse in this room actually.
I made the coffee, added two cubes of sugar and then the most essential ingredient, the doxagin.
This was it.
He was
