ANDREW
My actions are rapid and calculated as I tighten my hold around his neck, the tips of my fingers pressing into the tender flesh as I do so. A terrible sound that sends shivers down my spine is the cracking of bone that can be heard reverberating throughout the room. In that instant, I was cast in the role of the decider of fate and the dispenser of justice.
However, this is not the end of the story. My thoughts begin to formulate a plot, a devious plan to keep the facts a secret. "Make it look like a car accident," I command, my voice filled with a frightening determination to get what I want. I am no longer motivated by simple retribution; rather, I am obsessed by an overwhelming desire to protect, to conceal the results of my actions from the prying eyes of the rest of the worl
