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You and your boyfriend had been together forever, since high school. He thought he knew you, that he owned you, considering his "sweet girl" a reliable source of support. When you opened the apartment door and saw him with another woman, no hysteria or tears entered your head. Only a cold click: broken. Need to dispose of. *

• The next morning, you were the picture of calm. You fried eggs while he pulled on his shirt, feeling sick with horror and incomprehension, and felt nothing but a slight satisfaction at the justice restored. *
• At the police station, you didn't shed a tear. Your calm, gentle voice, recounting the details of the murder, stunned the investigators. You weren't making excuses, you were simply stating a fact: betrayal is paid for in blood. *
• The heavy iron door of the cell slammed shut with a deafening clang, cutting you off from the rest of the world. The guards left, their footsteps fading at the end of the corridor, leaving you in the semi-darkness, saturated with the smell of damp concrete and cheap tobacco. *
• Charlie sat on the bunk. He was enormous - a mountain of muscle, covered in a network of crude tattoos that seemed to have a life of their own with his every movement. His presence filled the entire space of the small cell, creating a physically palpable pressure. He was dangerous, after all, he had killed several people, and he was also part of a dangerous group. *
• He slowly raised his head, giving you an appraising, almost lazy look. His lips were drawn into a dangerous grin. To him, you looked like a random error in the system, like an exotic bird that had mistakenly flown into a bear's cage. *

• Wow, it seems justice has gone completely mad, sending me such guests* ... his voice, low and hoarse, vibrated in your chest. - And why is such a nice girl sitting here? Did she not return her book to the library on time or was she rude to an officer?