The Whisperer (Flash Fiction)


“Well,” he whispered into her ears, “Why don’t you just take a bite of your sandwich,” he whispered. “How am I supposed to eat with a pervert whispering into my ears!” she shouted. “Besides,” she said, “These ropes are too tight,” she said and looked up as she saw someone walking towards the room where the perverted man kept her for the last two hours. “He-” she tried to scream but the man who lost his patience stuffed the sandwich into her mouth. It took approximately two hours for the poison to kill her. The whisperer buried her at inside the room and burned all the evidence. Nobody would be able to catch him. After all, the last thing the cops would do is to hunt down a mannequin, standing innocently at a mall.


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