The
investigators were having frequent thrives over the regular-patterned
interrogation initiated by them and following up with not quite persuasive
responses uttered by Freud, who is mainly considered the first suspect in the
ambience.
Whenever the thrills of such a situation when Freud gets clueless to speak from his side escalate, the police officers get closer to know more details about
him as a husband, God knows for how long that husband stayed isolated from his wife that inhabited the same place as his, which proves a sort of conflict was occurred between them, leading to nowhere except distancing, one of them or maybe both caused them to be blown further from each other hence landed onto different obscure spots of that labyrinth.
Freud headed
home with a heavy heart in which dwells into it a guaranteed fear of being
accused of anything not specifically murdering, but the scandal of committing
any other crime, and a mild happiness that his wife might be gone forever, he
has been assuming joy in her absence for a while, since he got bored of her all
of sudden, he observed her shoes, clothes and her diary book, everything
carried her smell, her cheap fragrant, her sweat on the folds of the shirts, as
well as her pen’s dry ink over the paper sheets she had from work, the
fragments of memory decided to interfere without a permission of his filthy,
selfish and arrogant soul, forcibly taking him to times in the past when she
used to please him fully however it costs, and when they laughed together while
watching an horror cheap-thrilled movie, he prefers now to keep himself fogged
from seeing them, yet not listening to that deep voice telling him to at least
sympathize as a human being… he chose to open her diary notebook curiously,
hoping deadly to find a single detail to put him out of the bigger picture…
Every word
Martha could put on these yellowish-looking paper sheets was emitting a
melancholic feeling, mostly representing loneliness not only solitude, every
word she mentioned was referring to her being stuck in a dungeon, these words
could reveal the truth that obviously rambunctiously imply that Freud is the
one who was and still free, he’s the person living behind the bar, and his back
is turned to Martha who’s pathetically living inside of that prison begging him
to see her, to feel her, and to have her as his company, she wished she could
get a clue to free herself but in conclusion, recently she’s the one paying the
debts of everyone but her. She chose to endure agony, she chose to forgive and to
forget and to be the kind silent lamb that every shepherd would like to have
before slaughtering.
“The world
is full of entities with different traits and environmental conditions, every
creature knows how to adapt to the nature if it once flipped in a way that is
no longer working in their favor. This is the law of lingering or surviving as
it should be accurately said. I’ve always felt like I’m a tiger in the middle
of an intensively-somber jungle, seeking a light and a friend to continue that
journey I have no destination of. The tiger is witnessed as a strong and
steel-willed creature, but so far, I have not enough awareness about how
powerful I am and what I’m capable of.”
“… in a dull
way I could manage to have a company, I made a pact of loyalty with another
similar creature who intends not to stay permanently as I wanted, hence, I
obligated myself of a mission that will remain a part of my proximate future
too, I took in consideration that that company’s presence in my life is my
accountability, I will never be alone again…”
“love gave
me power to see the world with a different perspective, it could distract me
from how fragile I was, as far as I know, I was in a phase of madness, using my
tusks to hurt everyone due to being scared of being hurt primarily, I preceded
to protect myself from the decisive types of mortals, he came to extinguish
that fire starving for more to grow and spread… wish I could tell him that I
healed because of him…”
“My methods
stopped working, all of the solutions that should be leading me to Freud’s
heart again ran out, leaving me inquiring here about the future… he know how it
kills me to be neglected like that, I opened all the doors for him that once
were found locked and inaccessible by others who entered my life, I love him a
lot, but I wouldn’t like how my personality might change when I go back to be
alone… I don’t want to lose anymore…”
Freud quoted
these sentences deducing nothing relevant from her well-built and
eloquently-perfect written scenes that are found to include insinuations. He
closed the notebook and threw it away, once it hit the bottom edge of the wall
a paper dropped from the middle, he approached trembling like he’s on the cusps
of another abyss that might cause him to be even more lost... he reached the
paper, and then picked it up, “Divorce contract” it was the contract that was
sent in a mail to her and she pretended that she never saw it, causing Freud to
issue another with his signature on and his attorney likewise.
He never
figured out a wiser way to tell her farewell except on papers, he didn’t want
drama, he didn’t want to listen to her… he just wanted to get his things done
without extra events or repercussions. He crushed the paper thinking that it’s
a good omen for him finally getting what he wants without expenses or a
possibility of sharing the assets of the house either in funds or as they are
looking like…
He took out
the cigarettes pack of his pocket, smoked until his eyesight became hazy,
looking straight at the ceiling, and then his phone starts ringing nonstop
until he picked up the call, receiving an offer of visiting by a lady talking
fully with a seductive tone, it was her, Oxana, the mistress who started
festinating along with Freud since his wife can’t be no longer a barrier between
both of them…
“Are you
upset?” she asked.
“You know my
answer, you know everything about me, don’t you?” he answered
Evoking a
laugh she gave, she dressed up and came to spend the night with him, and as
soon as she slept on her arm as he let her mass numbs it, he slowly moved it
from beneath and went to the bathroom, he was insomniac, knowing no path to
lead to nirvana, he opened the water faucet, put his head below erasing the
heat of the high blood pressure that helps his brain erupting in an unhealthy
way, causing a start of obsession, he grabbed the towel, looked back again at
Martha’s thrown shoes, finding a contrast in the colors of one of them, he
couldn’t distinguish if her shoes were stained by blood or paint, he shrugged
and went back to sleep…
And a night
like that full of mystery and dishonesty of partners like Freud, a night like
that was followed by a morning that will change a lot of aspects starting with
the announcement that was broadcasted in all the media, and the most candidate
in the community, the murder of Kayla who was brutally murdered and found
nearby the woods having the same chemical substance in her blood stream as
other women victims murdered before her, it’s an anodyne that was used to
anesthetize the human body with a certain dose the serial killer is aware of
its fatalness in few cases. Martha was still missing, and now both, Freud and
Jacob became just another thread to another evidence that the officers use, the
rumors started to spread and become viral stating that Both are contributors in
these women’s crimes, women from all neighborhoods started to demonstrate in
the streets against misogynists and how the government can’t tackle the
corruption in their system as they also rushed the investigators to find the
murderers as soon as possible and prove the accusations on them to fulfill
peace for them.
Freud drove
Jacob to his house silently, and parked the car in the house lot, taking his
cigarettes and walking by the city’s river road, inhaling a giant quantity of
nicotine and looking around spectating people who are going to cinema, eating
at restaurants and riding bikes in peace, he looked at them with envy, not for
too long, because a lady of the few feminine crowds by the square chanting for
justice to be applied on women’s killer saw him passing by, she smirked and
came to him to start attack, but the guards came to prevent an upcoming unfair
fight between one suspect who might be an innocent and numbers of ladies
surrounding him, the poor guards who had to meddle wondering the same way Freud
and others associated to the media department about how quickly these ladies
gathered around to demonstrate. It ended up with Freud caging himself at home,
feeling a bit of the karma that is hitting him bad for whatever he caused to
his lonely wife formerly without a single revision of his conscience.
He stopped
watching TV and checking the social media, as far as he could conclude, it’s
him filling the timelines…
He called
Oxana to escape that stressing atmosphere for a bit of time before it turns
back to be worse again but she didn’t pick up… he left her missed calls, voice
notes and even opened the social media only to text her there willing to find a
response but none was sent back to him.
He preferred
having lunch, but the leftovers of two days were already spoiled, hating the
facts won’t give you the welfare to change them, he went down to a nearby
market to buy noodles, the man working there was looking with despise at him
and then recited a bible verse that talks about punishments of the disobedient
kind of man, then his daughter came across and purposely kicked his shoulder
with no apology following... affirming her father’s choice picked from the
sacred book. And another drama was skipped by Freud followed directly by a bad
dinner time, when the throat barely passes the food through and the saliva
isn’t watery enough to take everything down due to fear and confusion.
At the same
exact timing the policemen found a bracelet buried beside the place where
landed Kayla’s body, the autopsy reported fingerprints on Kayla’s body that
were difficultly checked because they’re only belonging to the index and thumb
fingers appearing on the body because of an unnoticed cuts in the gloves of the
murderer that were also found in a nearby trash can, this could ease the
procedures multiple times as they started to analyze all finger prints of all
culprits and the acquaintances linked to each case, finally Freud gets the
winning card and get away from detention and media pressure, he kept calling
Oxana to celebrate his innocence report with her, but she still didn’t respond
to his messages or calls… now he had the full courage to head wherever he wants
and regains the respect from citizens again. But everyone was wondering how
cheerful he seems whereas his wife might be decomposing somewhere else, which
forcibly made him pretend to be just hysteric because he’s missing his wife…
and not surprisingly won some sympathy from unenlightened people.
He opened
his wife’s diary again, and tried to read what’s been written on other papers
that were torn, maybe he finds a clue that makes everyone free him from
pretending to be sad for her absence, maybe he will choose a way to help his
wife survive to just get salvation of her ghost chasing him.
He brought a
pencil and carefully shadowed the pages and what he could collect from
alphabets were just giving a sentence as following “Cheaters should always
die”… he panicked as his paranoia kept devouring him in slow motion,
“She knew?”
he said, whispering to himself… looking at her belongings and started to check
them cautiously more this time, he found nothing despite his constant checking
ability escalating, he started crying for everything telling himself that he
was supposed to be the one dead not her and that short suffer he encountered
lately drove him to empathize with her all the previous times.
But he still
wondered if she just doubted or already knew about his affair with his
coworker!
He went to
the laptop and wrote a big letter to his missing wife ordering others to share
it, he’s using the propaganda as correctly as it is assumed by others and him
on another hand… he said:
“wherever
you are, and I hope you’re alive seeing this right now, I hope that that serial
killer couldn’t put a hand on you and you just decided to leave me unannounced,
I wish you the best, you always deserved the best, you don’t deserve a bastard
like me who emotionally tormented you for years, I wish I could compensate you,
and within my limits, I’m telling you, darling, to be okay, not for me nor for
anyone but yourself, you deserve to believe in you own power and beauty, either
you come to me or not, just be okay, but I promise you, that if you came back
to me, I would never let you feel sad again, seeing your empty shoes by the
door kills me. (This last phrase is just improvised by him he’s not writing
this letter strongly profound as claimed but he’s sincere at some parts)”
Everyone
couldn’t wait to interact with him and starting to already gather and volunteer
with the husband to find Martha…
The tree
leaves and branches were waving with the air blows and Martha underneath one of
these trees was reading his post laughing hard, while unleashing Oxana who was
facially-veiled after Martha kidnapped her, took her bracelet that had her name
carved on, cut the gloves and put Oxana’s fingerprints on Kayla’s flesh, the
fingerprints were taken from that lipstick Martha used before, as it originally
belonged to Oxana the mistress that was caught with Freud having an affair at
his office at one of these late nights he lied to her telling her that he was
working late and now heading home… it was that night that two of his coworkers
drove Martha to know the truth, the first coworker she called was one of
Freud’s delinquents who used to cover for him, she called to inquire about her
husband but this time he didn’t respond, Martha remembered that lady who
meddled for them by a demand of Jacob “the family friend and Kayla’s husband” to
get Freud into that position, she called her and asked about him, and she was
informed that he’s having a lady guest at his office that might be working with
them but unrecognizable to the maid that actually stays there until he leaves
so she can clean. The maid was the one who told the truth to both ladies…
Martha
couldn’t hold her grudge at him, she went there finding him doing what her
nightmares always show her meanwhile sleeping… all that time she doubted
herself and exerted efforts to make herself seen and admired by him gave
nothing out of that summation.
She chose to
take revenge in her way, she picked up the lipstick with a cloth, took it with
her to home and stuck a tape to print the fingerprints on, and then later she
started using it just to provoke the sleeping desire of Freud towards her,
although she knows everything he attempted to lurk very well, she gave warning
banners to him all that time despite she knew that her absence might mean
nothing for him.
The sun rose the next day, a fisherman family in an isolated cottage in
the nearby farm not quite furthered apart from the crime scene had his door
knocked, and after an hour of hospitality and support they gave to Martha, the
wounded victim as appeared, they called the cops to come and take her to
interrogation and primarily to the hospital so she can get the cure she needs…
Freud couldn’t believe it, he rushed to the hospital to see her, but he
was restricted until she gives her entire statement…
-
I hope you are ready to
narrate exactly what happened to you ma’am… also informing you that you have
the total right to refuse until you think it’s the appropriate time you detect…
= Me and Kayla were having good time outside, I
remember, both of them wanted to be noticed by our men who have been giving
nothing to us lately, all I remember is just two women lacking love and care
compensating each other partially through spending few times of fun together…
-
And then what occurred later?
= we were drunk, but I was more sober than her,
she asked me to join her walking by the calm streets, no doubts I was
frightened because I was the one who felt more conscious, I couldn’t go deeper
with her, and I pulled her back while she was hysterically laughing… I offered
her to have a cab I call to drive her home, but she told me she will go by
walk… so I walked her a little bit until the bus shelter and I was walking to
my old flat…
Martha recollecting the real details in her head
that were indeed as following “Kayla was a bit awake not as sober as Martha
mentioned, she decided to go home before Martha, as Martha was still gathering
the events and filling the gap slots in her brain to finish what she wants, In
the middle of Kayla’s way to home, Martha sedated her and pulled her to the
woods, not only this, she also mentioned a bus shelter than has no cameras around…
she killed Kayla for being a cheater, since she became a hatred source towards
anyone who breaks the loyalty with their partners and followed a psychopathic
aspect of life… she hurt herself with the same weapon to look like a victim and
it was “the penknife” that also was found later in Oxana’s bag who was framed
to be the killer of these women… she took the penknife and plant in the
belongings of Oxana that was sedated with a certain amount of medicine Martha
gives to the victims, therefore, she could take revenge in a way that satisfies
her…
Oxana woke up at her home, where she was
kidnapped from, wearing good clothes and just covered with alcohol, Martha did
this in order to make her feel like she did things when she was drunk… “
-
Can you please rethink the
features of that killer?
= I heard a lady’s voice and I couldn’t see how
she looks, she was covering her face with a piece of cloth…
-
Have you noticed anything
special?
= I just heard her murmuring that I’m ruining her
love life that could be better without me included…
-
How could you survive?
= I pretended I was dead, and she was gone
already because of a car light coming on the highway…
-
I don’t need to remind you to
turn to us in case there were more details you remembered and are able to mention…
thanks for your time, lady, we wish you a quick recovery.
Martha walked out in the corridor with a nurse, she saw Freud sitting in
the waiting room, and she stopped by the door, looking at him until he noticed
and came in a hurry trying to hug her, but she withdrew…
Saying directly with an eye of a tiger: “Beg…”
“Excuse me?” he responded.
“As I said, BEG. Beg for my forgiveness, for everything you’ve done to
me that I realized when I was there almost dying… what a waste of time I had
with a crap like you, Freud. I fed your ego for too long and now I will not
cultivate in a way that benefit you. Beg me, Freud, I dare your challenging
character to listen to this command.” Martha said with a high chin and eyes
full of nihilism.
Freud kneeled in front of Martha and the nurse, crying and grinding his
teeth and slowly stuttering giving his apology as required.
She saw him humiliated exactly as she wanted… which drove her to think
about his post, particularly about giving him another chance…
The nurse wondered about the reason Martha reacted like that to Freud
seemingly before her eyes… and Martha just responded “he was cheating on me for
a long time while I was thinking that there’s something wrong with me”
-
Excuse me, ma’am, can I ask
you if you know that lady’s name who he had an affair with?
= How possibly this could be something helpful to
you?
-
Ma’am, the forensics showcased
a name that was on the bracelet that was found nearby Kayla’s body, it was…
= Oxana?
-
Exactly!
= I covered for him thinking it’s going to be
temporary and he’s just bored of the long marriage, I thought I could fix it…
but it ended up with me being a victim of his adultery with his Russian rooted
coworker?
-
I have to report now, thank
you, ma’am, you are a God gift to all women here… seems like that lady preys on
family’s stability and aim to demolish it. You’re probably one of them.
In a short duration, Oxana and her apartment were checked and later
proved guilty, labelled by the media and the civilians as the “serpent”…
Martha decided to make women as her targets for a long while, she felt
envious that few of them were luckier than her, not all the victims were
cheating, this time she wanted to make Oxana fill the gap and finish the story,
as she was the lady who wanted to enter families, steal the men directly or
indirectly and when she fails she kills. This time Martha tore up the paper
that was including her sentence “Cheaters should always die” because she
changed her philosophy… she chose to make Oxana switch places with her, so she
can have a new life that she dreamt of, furthering herself from ambushes,
sinister plans and crime committing, she looked at Freud, with a forgiving eye
look, looked back at her old self and left with him… heading home.
She saw the shoes she had a stain over, and wiped it, she also burnt and
deleted all the evidences of Kayla’s cheating on Jacob, she wanted to use it as
a threat to blackmail her, but she became friendly unlikely and caused Martha
to give her dead body of bad reputations that might harm her kid later.
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