A good thing she didn't know, really. There would be enough guilt for this little (or maybe not so little) act after the fact, without throwing in the fact that the evil man in question had not been a mistake simply for being evil, or for being a man that wasn't Bert, but for being an evil man that had actually killed Bert.

Too Greek by far. She'd never loved those tragedies. Too much chorus, too many masks, and don't get started about the misogyny (though perhaps, she who lies beneath the body of her captor has no room to judge).

"I'm right about a lot more things than most people think."

Legs wrapped around hips, nudging him closer, urging him on, wondering what it was about his laugh that made her blood chill again.