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I REALLY MEANT IT





         Ms. Elizabeth Deepika Ponnuraj



         “I never meant to kill her,” is something that I could say, maybe I could cry

         and make them feel sorry for me because I seem to regret her death. But it

         would be a lie. I meant to kill her, and I loved every minute of it. You might
         consider me to be some form of a monster. Some creature who killed a poor
         girl in an archaic and cruel way but that would be another lie, you would only

         be lying to yourself, though, as it will never change the fact that I was once a

         detective, a brilliant detective, and you refuse to believe it.


         It all started with the case, my final case. I had begun the investigation and I

         simply could not come to terms with the barbarity of the murder. The man

         had been discarded on the floor, his hands and feet had been cut off to pre-
         vent escape. It was horrible, I had never seen anything like it. The ill-fated man
         must have died in agony as he bled to death. The killer had left no evidence.

         My team was stumped, how were we to catch a killer without any evidence?



         As the days passed, we were at a standstill. The image of the body was still
         piercing my mind then. Blood had been streaked across the room as he ob-

         viously had tried to get help. The phone had rung, and my team and I had

         sprung to action. But there had been no good news, no information on the
         killer. It had been another murder.



         We had raced to the scene, a dark, misty forest. It was the middle of the

         night and my team and I were on the edge. I felt my heart pumping as we ap-
         proached the scene. It was worse than the previous murder. The young girl,
         around the age of nineteen, had been tied to a large oak tree. Her scalp had

         been partially removed and blood was seeping down her forehead. Clumps

         of hair had been cast on the dirt ground beside her lifeless form. As I had
         examined the body, I had discovered the murder weapon, a silver kitchen
         knife. Attached to the weapon was a note, the note had read “My gift to you

         - X”. Upon examination of the previous body, we were convinced that both

         murders had been committed by this ‘X’.


         The indentations of the cuts on the bodies indicated that she had used the
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