He Da One (K’s Trials)

She dug into the sand, deeper … deeper… beads of sweat dancing on her beautiful face, falling to the sand.  The excitement of what lay down below washed away every form of fatigue that attempted to rear its head.

She dug deeper until she found it, the lifeless body of her last victim which she had preserved with embalming fluids for the past six months. The embalming mixture hadn’t been easy to come by but that was a memory she would relive some other time. In that moment, there was only one thing on her mind, soaking in the pleasure of seeing him again, laid in the ground, lifeless, looking as beautiful as the rising sun. What she loved most about him was his smile. He had possessed a smile that could melt hearts like butter on a hot pan.

This was going to be her last visit. She was getting married, to her love, that final love. A visit to Ken after marriage would be cheating. She didn’t cheat; that would be hypocrisy.

She stroked his pale skin, running her hands through the thread she sewed him up with after she had used herSantoku knife to draw a straight line from his neck to his groin. The pleasure she had experienced that day was etched in her memory; unforgettable.  It had been a messy job but a pleasurable one nonetheless. The memory of his blood taking over her face hopped through her mind and she chuckled; reliving that day was euphoric.

* * *

She was going to hurt him; she knew from the moment she laid eyes on him at the bar. The way he walked around, his ego filling the room, choking the life out of her. She couldn’t decide if she admired him or if he was just an acquired taste. One thing she was sure of; she had to have him, in every way and any way.

She was going to stare at him for precisely 120 seconds before she walked up to him. Kate had the reputation of making men turn their brains off but that night, she was interested in only one brain and that was Ken’s.

As eligible bachelors and shameless husbands approached her, she sent them off with the words like

“I’m here with someone” and a gentle smile.

There were the persistent ones who wanted to know who she was there with and why such a beautiful lady was left alone.

“He went to the bathroom” she told them countless times.

“I can keep you company till he gets back” a pot-bellied man had said while he leaned against her.

I can keep you in a grave, pig.

“I’m fine. Thanks.” she replied just as Ken made his way back into the bar from the bathroom.

From the other end of the room where she stood, she had glanced at him enough times for him to notice her. At precisely 120 seconds, she walked towards his direction, and then brushed past him as she swayed her hips to the bathroom. In that exact moment, she caught his attention and by the time she made a re-appearance, she wasn’t the only one stealing the suggestive glances. Every normal guy would have walked up to her at this point but Ken was the exception of the rule.

She really wanted Ken and she knew if she was going to get this bull, she’d have to take it by the horns. She stood from her seat and walked slowly towards him again. His back was now turned to her, acting like he didn’t know she was coming for him. When she got to where he stood, she squeezed his butt with a little too much familiarity. He turned, surprised by her bravery; his brown eyes were what she loved the most. She was going to store it by her bed side and look at it every night.

“Wanna dance?” she asked him.

“What do you think?” he responded, his hoarse voice coming out of his full lips. Lips she imagined would kiss her in different places soon.

“Yea. You are gonna think you are pretty cool and every woman’s dream right until your throat gets slit in one swift movement.” She responded. He chuckled.

“I like the gory girls” he whispered in her ear then said “Do you wanna get out of here?”


Back at her apartment, he was all over her. He kissed her lips, the nape of her neck, bit her ear lobe tenderly. It wasn’t long before she began to moan. He rubbed his hands delicately on her skin with such fluidity; she had no doubt he was a skilled handy man. With his body pressed hard against hers, he put his hands on the zip of her dress and pulled it down in one swift move. Just as he was about to pull the sleeves off her shoulder, she stopped him and looked him straight in the eyes

“Promise you’ll call.”

“I couldn’t forget your perfect body even if I tried.” He replied.  Kate smiled.

His lips are moving; he lies

I know” Kate whispered as she began to help him unbuckle his belt.

“What did you say?’ he asked

“I WANT YOU SO BAD” Kate whispered, biting her lower lip seductively

“You are driving me crazy, woman,” he said. She pushed him on the couch, pulled down his blue boxers. She sat over him, and guided him into her. As she felt him fill her up, she moaned in satisfaction and began to ride him. He began to moan too, first softly then it grew stronger. She leaned in, kissed him passionately then reached for her throw pillow. She opened the zip.

“I’m cuming” he began to whisper

“Wait for me baby” she told him as she pulled out an ice pick from the throw pillow. “What’s the last thing you wanna see right before your eyes are gouged out?” she asked him. His eyes widened at the question; not in fear but in amusement.

“Yours baby. Yours, all day.” He replied breathlessly. Kate nodded, then raised her hands high and with one swift movement, plunged the ice pick into his left eye. He began to scream, helping Kate feel the pleasure. Her body began to jerk as she reached the ultimate high. He made to push her off just as she twisted the pick in his left eye, hoping the blood vessels in his right souvenir one would be as pronounced as she had hoped. She took out the pick and stabbed him in the eye again, and again, and again till she felt him go still.  Then she stopped.

Kate stood straight, a fulfilled smile spreading across her face.


“I know. I should have tied him up.”

Next one, maybe.

Kate nodded.  “The next one.”



Screams coupled with laughter escaped from the house at the corner of the street. In an individualistic society, no one dared go in to see if it was real. Cars drove by, children rode their bicycles; deaf to the horror that was looming.

The scream grew louder; taking over the laughter like darkness thrives to take over light.

The laughter was from Jack’s vocal chords. He sat in his living room, legs on the coffee table; laughing like a man who had inhaled a huge dose of laughing gas. His friend, Chris stared with a poker face, while his other buddy Mike screamed like a banshee as they all watched the chainsaw drill from the coffin into her face.

“Stop being a sissy” Chris finally told Mike off.

“He drove the chainsaw into her face! He just killed her!” Mike said in a panicky voice. Jack turned to Mike with a cold stare.

“And your fate will be similar to hers if you don’t shut the hell up.” then, he turned back to the TV and like someone pressed play, he resumed his laughter while Mike began screaming again.

“Come on man, check your balls. It’s just a movie” Chris said, tired of Mike’s screams.

“Every fiction is born out of reality. For all we know, this actually happened” Mike replied.

But Jack no longer paid mind to his friends. His attention was back on the massacre he was filling his mind with.


Mike jumped off the couch with the loud sound- fear crawling on his skin.

“What was that?” he asked.  Chris stood and began to move towards the window to see the root of the noise but Mike pulled him back jaggedly.

“Are you crazy? It could be a killer.” Mike said.

“You two need to dial it down.” Jack told his friends without turning away from the TV.

“Did you not hear it?” Chris asked with worry.

“ I did. The tree behind the house fell.” Chris stared at Jack skeptically. Jack could feel the stare. “You can check if you don’t believe me” he added.

Chris shook Mike off him and went look out the window then he turned to Jack.

“How did you know?”

“I just know” Jack snapped at Chris before asking “Can I watch this film in peace now?”


The next evening, after what seemed like an endless argument over what to do with the tree, the three guys finally reached a consensus; Jack would rent a chain saw since he had a car, Chris; the trust fund kid would pay and Mike would do the cutting of the tree into smaller pieces.

Jack drove into the yard at exactly 6:15 pm, got out of the car, took the chainsaw from the car trunk and handed it over to Mike with an eerie smile.

“You have four hours. A minute later; you know what happens. Happy cutting” Jack said then began to walk away.

Don’t leave.

Jack stopped for a second, he knew that voice. The devil’s messenger was back.  He decided to ignore and began heading into the house again.

I said don’t leave.

“You don’t tell me what to do” Jack spat. Mike stared at his friend for a confused second, wondering who he was talking to.

Jack stood on the grave to get a sight of daddy.

“Shut up” Jack yelled in anger.

“Are you okay” Mike asked, moving closer to his friend and touching his shoulder. Jack shrugged his hands off.

“Sorry.” Mike said, heading back to the chainsaw. Jack turned and watched Mike pull the lever to start the engine. It coughed a little and stopped. He tried again but the result was the same. “Hey Jack, can you help with this?” Mike asked.

“A snow ball’s chance in hell” Jack replied without moving.

Remember the movie?

“Yea” Jack  nodded.

“You changed your mind?” Mike asked with hope in his voice.

“No. I am not… GET OUT OF MY HEAD.” Jack screamed, making the vein on his forehead visible.

“Are you okay?” Mike asked again; his concern growing faster than weeds on a neglected tomb. Jack ignored his friend and turned to go into the house.

How would you love to make a movie of your own?

 The hair on Jack’s skin rose as he responded.

“I don’t want to be in any sick movie”

Mike who had turned back to the chainsaw looked up again at the sound of Jack’s voice. Jack’s erratic behavior was beginning to spook him. He left the chain saw and moved towards his friend.

“You are making me worry. Should I call your mum?” he asked.

Help him.

“I don’t want to.”

You have to help him to be in the movie…. help him…

Jack banged his hands on his head. Hoping the voice would go quiet.

Help him. Help him.

It didn’t.

Mike who was now really worried took out his phone and started to search for a number. Just as he was about to dial, Jack turned to him with a blank stare.

“Fine. Let’s go cut the tree”

“You don’t have to help if you don’t want to.” Mike said. Jack said nothing and headed straight to the chainsaw. He grabbed it off the ground.

“You hold the tree, I’ll do the cutting.”

“You don’t–”

“Hold the god damn tree Mike; I need this bastard out of my head.” Jack screamed right before he revved up the engine. Mike quickly held the other end of the tree while Jack drove the chain saw into the lumber.

This is boring. You wanna do something fun?

Jack groaned almost at the point of tears. He shook his head in disbelief, even the revving of the  chainsaw couldn’t drown Norman’s voice.

“Not with you” jack replied.

Mike watched as his friends lips moved as he cut the tree, he was without a doubt that his friend had gone mad. He was definitely going to call his mother once they were done with the tree.

Come on Jack, don’t be an ass. Put the chain saw to his neck.

Jack was going to refuse, but his curiosity began to peak and finally it got the best part of him. Once he was done cutting the next Lumber, He moved the chain saw towards Mike.

Mike looked up for a second but before he could speak, the chainsaw was already cutting through his neck. Blood began to splatter all over Jack’s face as he helped Mike’s head leave its neck.

He smiled slightly as Mike’s head dismembered from his neck. And without a nudge from the devil’s messenger, he moved the Chainsaw to Mike’s arms and legs. Cutting each one off like a skilled carpenter. The excitement that took over him was far more intense than what he felt whenever he peeled cloths off a girl.

Finally, there was nothing left of Mike to saw off; Jack turned off the machine, the smile wiping off his bloody face.

He stuck his tongue out and had the first taste of his friend’s blood. The metallic tang made him shiver.

“That was short lived” he whispered to no one in particular.

“It’s just beginning friend. We need to clean up if you want to keep having fun.



Brale woke up that morning feeling light headed. The third trimester wasn’t as easy as she she’d seen on YouTube videos.  She was due in three weeks and it was beginning to seem like forever.  She just wanted to get the heavy weight off her legs and peer into the eyes of her first daughter. She’d heard about the flood of unconditional love and inflammable emotions that overcame mothers when they had first contact with their newborn. She couldn’t wait to experience it.

Brale stood from the bed and went into the bathroom like she had been doing in the past 33 weeks.  She stood in front of the mirror and stared at her huge belly; she could feel her angel kicking. A smile spread across her face.

‘A few more days Bona’ Brale spoke to her child.

They were going to name her Bona because the child was going to be a star, an unforgettable one. Brale considered it a privilege to carry this gift. Brale walked back into the bedroom to find her husband; Tamuno awake. He had a towel around his waist.

‘You spoke to Bona’ he said with a smile. Brale nodded as she walked towards him and caressed his hairy chest.

‘And she kicked for me like always. Sleep well?’

‘I had you by my side.’ He said then kissed her lightly. ‘You want a ride to the Doctor’s?’ Tamuno asked.  Brale shook her head.

‘I’ll take a cab. I want the hot sun rubbing my face.’

‘Hot sun you always complain about?’  Brale shrugged.

Tamuno shook his head as he went to the bathroom; Women and their complexities.


Tamuno threw the last bite of his akara in his mouth as he got off the dining table. He planted a kiss on Brale’s chick and rubbed her belly.

‘I’ll see you two later’ he said before he walking out.

Five minutes later, Brale was at the bus stop, waiting for a cab. A total of six cabs passed her by and with each passing; her hope soared then was trampled upon by the haughty stares of occupants in the cab. The sun was slowly poking its head and it wasn’t long before she began to wonder what demon had possessed her and made her refuse a ride from her husband. She decided to wait for another ten minutes. If no empty cab passed, she would call Tamuno to come get her.

At nine minutes, 47 seconds, Brale whipped out her phone. She unlocked the phone and was about to dial Tamuno’s number.

Pim. Pim

The hoot of a car horn got her attention. She looked up from her phone to see a middle aged woman with a smile that could light up a room full of war casualties.

‘The sun is coming out.’ the woman said the moment she locked eyes with Brale. Brale nodded. ‘And you are pregnant.’ Brale nodded again. She didn’t engage in meaningless conversations with strangers except when necessary. And this petite woman who looked like she needed a pillow to reach her steering wheel had been saying only obvious things.

Brale waited for her to drive off, but she didn’t. Instead she smiled; in an attempt to be civil,  she managed to smile back.

‘So what is a pregnant woman doing on the street when the hot sun is on its way?’

‘Can’t find a cab’. Brale replied.

‘Blame the office goers.’ She said with a smile that was beginning to look like a permanent feature. ‘I can help with a ride.’ The woman added.

‘Ah no need. I’ll call my husband now.’ Brale replied raising her phone.

‘You don’t have to be afraid. My name is Kona. I know you are going to the hospital.’ Brale raised an eyebrow wondering if she was talking to some kind of Psychic.

‘How do you know?’ Brale asked. Kona chuckled lightly at the question.

‘We see each other all the time when we go in for antenatal.’ Brale wondered if this woman was crazy. She had never seen her.  ‘I’m  7 month gone’ Kona added.

Brale instinctively looked to Kona’s tummy; it appeared she was pregnant. Brale took an instinctive step back. Minutes ago this woman’s stomach was as flat as a mat. Brale took another step back but found herself looking straight into Kona’s eyes. She wanted to tear her eyes away and walk off but for some reason she couldn’t. The word ‘Witch’ began to form in her brain but they refused to come out of her mouth.

‘Get in. I drive you down.’ Kona said.


Brale wanted to decline but it seemed she was no longer in control of her vocal chords. She felt her legs move towards the car, all the time her eyes glued to Kona’ s like magnet to steel.

Brale found herself opening the passenger’s seat, sitting and shutting the door.

‘I’m having a boy. I will call him Rago.’ Kona said right before she turned the key in the ignition and started the car.

The drive to the hospital was a quick one. Kona told Brale how she had wanted a child for so long and felt lucky to be having a boy.

‘My boy will rule the world’ Kona said with a sweet smile. Brale smiled back at her.  ‘What you think your girl will be when she grows?’ she asked Brale. Brale did not remember telling Kona the sex of her baby. She turned to Kona to tell her that but instead the words that came out were

‘Whatever you want her to be Kona.’ Kona nodded and touched Brale’s hands lightly then proceeded to touch Brale’s Stomach.

‘Your mind can’t fathom what she will be.’

* * *

Tamuno walked into the house. Looking quite calm for a man who had received a panic call from his pregnant wife. He got these calls all the time, only to realize it was nothing serious, but for the sake of love, he still responded.

‘Brale?’ he called as he searched for her around the house. She was seated on the bed. The moment she saw him, she jumped into his arms, holding on to him like a shell to egg.

‘Are you okay? How was the doctor’s place?’ Tamuno asked.

‘He says the baby is fine’ Brale told him with a shaken voice. Tamuno pulled her out of his arms slowly and looked in her eyes.

‘Have I ever told you about a Kona woman I met at the hospital?’ Brale asked.

‘Maybe. I don’t remember.’

‘I met a woman at the bus stop today. She said her name is Kona and that I know her, but I did not.’

‘Okay?’ Tamuno waited for Brale to say the exact problem.

‘When I first saw her, she wasn’t pregnant. And then all of a sudden, she was pregnant. Like she spoke the pregnancy into being.’ The fear in Brale’s small brown eyes was evident as she spoke but Tamuno couldn’t help a chuckle. Brale was being hysteric over nothing again.

‘Funny?’ Brale asked.  Tamuno did not know if this was a trick question. He cleared his throat.

‘Maybe you did not look at her stomach well the first time.’

‘I did. And she made me enter her car. She hypnotized me then touched my baby.’ Brale began to cry. Tamuno moved closer and drew her into his arms again. He still didn’t understand why she was crying, but he held her anyway.


The clock ticked. It was 6 am. Brale and Tamuno were still in bed; asleep. Brale hadn’t awoken to go to the mirror and talk to her baby girl. Tamuno’s plan to take a warm shower last night had gone down the drain because Brale had been paranoid all evening. He had to cuddle and sing her to sleep.

They both lay there. Asleep, not dead. Tamuno was lying on his side while Brale lay on her back, stomach bulging. The wrapper she had used to cover herself had slid to the ground and so she was half naked. Brale’s linea nigra began to budge, like it was a thin rope controlled by wind instead of a static line on the stomach of a pregnant woman. Gradually the line began to split in two. It split like a faultless surgeon was using his dissecting knife to cut through. Red began to escape from Brale’s stomach. Little at first then lots. Lots of red. Lots of blood. The line kept separating and her stomach was parting like the red sea. Brale still lay there; non feeling; asleep not dead.

The tear got bigger and the red was now flowing like an ocean. Soaking the bed. A head popped out of the stomach. The head of a baby. The blood had flowed towards Tamuno, soaking his sides. Tamuno felt the wetness from his sleep and turned groggily to see what it was. His groggy eyes swiftly widened when he saw the all the red, all the blood.

Men shouldn’t scream like girls but what Tamuno’s eyes witnessed made him scream like a little girl. The scream made the baby jump out of Brale’s stomach and right on to Tamuno’s face. She began to scratch at his eyes. This thing on him couldn’t be his baby. He tried to pushed it off but this thing had claws for fingers and they were sunk into his skin like leeches. He began to scream in his pain and horror; this did not wake Brale. Maybe she was dead, or in a very deep sleep. A sleep that only a charming prince could wake her from.


The house stood quiet. Tamuno, lying in a pool of his own blood; Brale still asleep. And on their immaculate walls were the words, written in red. ‘KONA WAS HERE’.

The baby began to giggle, Finally Brale awoke from her sleep with a startled glare.  Trust the voice of the child to awake its mother. The first thing Brale saw was her beloved baby, bloodied, sitting by her side, chewing on her daddy’s intestines.

“Hi mummy” the baby said

Brale began to shiver. She opened her mouth to scream but her vocal chords had stopped working once again.

Call Me Crazy

Flexible-Minds; The Mind's Eye


Every evening at 6:30, I leave the darkness of my room. I go to my windowpane and stare at Allen. His building is opposite mine, which means I can see him when he goes out and comes in. I also watch him every Wednesday morning when he goes to jog. He leaves his house at 7 am and gets back between 7:25 and 7:30 am. I love the way his muscles flex with beads of sweat dancing on his face while he runs in his sleeveless Versace t-shirt.

I am the apple of his eyes. I know this because every time he passes, he looks up at my window, knowing that I would be there and then he gives me a curvy smile; a smile that leaves my heart reeling.

I am a depressed 21 year old who hates to see the dawn of a new day. I am sure…

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What’s My Name?

They were in love; the universe had drawn them together like magnet to steel. Kate was happy with fate for this true match. All her life, she had never known what Love really was; her mind had never been able to grasp its possibilities until she met Danny.

That night, their first night together, the pleasure she felt when his lips met hers was supernal. The feel of his skin against hers made her heart melt like ice on water.  He felt so good between her legs; she was convinced it was love. Best of all, she did not have her strange longings when he made love to her.

Her dopamine brainstorm was utterly satisfactory when they both reached great height and came back to earth, and she did not doubt his words when he collapsed on her and said

“I love you”.

The next morning, the smell of waffles and Bacon teased her nose so greatly that she had blinked her eyes open and  Danny’s handsome face was the first thing she saw. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, a Food tray on his thigh.

“Breakfast in bed” she said with a sleepy smile.

“You are so beautiful when you sleep” he replied then kissed her.  Kate stretched out her hands like the wings of a bird then sat up.  She picked a piece of waffle, took a bite

“HMMMM… this is so good” she muttered in satisfaction. Danny gave her a hearty smile.

“Anything for you” he said as he caressed her glabrous cheek.  She felt the jones in her bones as his fingers made contact with her flesh and in that moment, Kate made a decision.

His fate would be different. He is a keeper.

“I’m gonna run us a bath” he said standing and walking towards the bathroom. Kate smiled, how lucky could she get?

How beautiful will he look lifeless?

“Stop” Kate spoke firmly; silencing the irrational thoughts floating through her mind like oil upon water.

“Did you say something?” Danny peeked out of the bathroom.

“No Honey” she replied harmlessly. He walked back into the bathroom. Her smiling face knowingly turned stolid, and then switched right back to a smile.

* * *

Kate walked into the kitchen dangling a frightened meowing cat.  It was only noon but if she was going to surprise Danny with a special dinner, sooner was better than later.

“Will you shut the fuck up, you fur filled bag of shit” She screamed at the purring cat but the terrified cat couldn’t stop whining.

A wind of anger whirled up Kate’s spine; she slammed the cat forcefully on the kitchen counter

“I said shut up” she screamed. The cat got quiet. “So that’s what you needed? A little slamming? A little slamming? Answer me?”

The cat lay weakly on the counter, barely aware of its misery.

“aww you are weak? Poor little kitty kitty” she taunted. Then she grabbed a Granton Edge knife from the knife holder and in one swift move, she turned the cat to its back, dug the knife deep into its trachea and drew a straight line down to its urethra. Its blood splattered all over her face to the kitchen floor. She grinned in fulfilment, and then chuckled and in seconds, she threw a throaty laugh into the air.  Her laugher ended abruptly

“You will make great Dinner for Danny” she said to the lifeless cat.


Kate and Danny sat opposite each other.  The kitchen was immaculate; no one would imagine a blood splatter had occurred earlier.

Danny chewed on his meat, oblivious to the acts that brought about his sumptuous meal.

“Tastes good?” Kate asked.

“Not as good as you” Danny replied with a dark smile. He leaned in to kiss her “you are the best thing that ever happened to me.” Kate smiled at his affectionate words. That wasn’t the first time a man had said those words to her, but Danny was telling the truth. He wasn’t like the others; there was sincerity in his eyes when he spoke.

“I’m glad we are together” she responded with a smile.

“So am I Lucy”

Lucy? Who was Lucy?

I’m Kate.” She corrected him with a gentle smile.

“Oh I’m sorry” he gave a dead chuckle. “Lucy is my sister, her name is stuck in my head” he told her apologetically. The sincerity in his eyes were lost to Kate when he spoke this time

You call your girlfriend your sister’s name? You fuck your sister?

“It’s okay babe.  I would do the same, if I had a brother” Kate replied. She stood, went to his side of the table then kissed his lips

“You are not mad?” he asked amusingly

“Do I look mad?” she asked kissing him again. She moved the table a few inches back then found her place on his thighs. Danny kissed her back, she moaned.

He stood from the chair, lifting her with his strong arms and carried  her to the bedroom.  His need for her was growing and now she wanted him as much as he wanted her if not more. Her need for him soared higher than the empire state.

Once they got into the bedroom, Danny tore her knee length dress off her skin. He kissed the nape of her neck then he laid her gently on the bed; taking every piece of clothing of himself.

She gasped in pleasure the moment she felt him inside her. As he pumped into her, she was reassured of his love one more time.

The Lucy name was a mistake. It was—

“Oh Lucy” Danny screamed again as he stroked her. He was too lost in the throes of passion to realize his mistake.

Holy anger and the inexpressible urge to feel blood on her naked stomach while making love washed over Kate.

She slid her hands off his back and reached under the pillow.  She pulled out a chef’s paring knife and with exquisite poise, she plunged it into the nape of his neck; feeling the warmth of his blood flow through her fingers. His face twisted in horror and disbelieve as he writhed in pain. His manhood had gone limb and he fought to move away from her but for Kate, it was only the beginning of hot passion.

“What kind of man can’t hold his own after a petty stab?” She asked with a crude smile. He tried to get off her again, but the moment he laid on his back, she was on top of him like a Jackal on its game “There’s no getting away from my love” she said as She pulled the knife out from his neck. He screamed in pain, she wedged the knife into his belly; with acute force this time.  Then she leaned over to give his quivering lips a wet kiss.

She separated her lips from his then moved herself down his naked body.  She spread her tongue on his bloody stomach and the metallic taste of his blood on her tongue spread warmth to her veins.

“You taste so good” she told him with a bloodied smile. He stared at her weakly; she could now see the light gradually fading from his eyes.  “

What’s my name?” she asked as she twisted the knife. He winced in pain, blood now spewing from his mouth

“Come on Danny, what’s my name?

“Kate’ he whispered right before his last breath.