Weapon loaded, I exit the elevator, striding past the reception.

Weeks of building trust, flirting, stalking. The habits of my prey learned. A lioness with her rhinoceros in sight. Armoured in innocence and Gucci, I hand it over.

“Brought you lunch, babe.”

Peanuts in a sandwich; who could have guessed?

L. S. Muller is a Swiss Swedish tea drinker, who reads too many books, loves canines and writes fantasy and horror.