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He stood over her in the bathroom.

He nudged her shin with his toe. Her head responded with a slight reverb.

He untied her left wrist.

It fell to her chest. A hollow sound. Knuckle hit the tile floor.

He dragged her by the heels to the bedroom.

There was a certain gratification to treating her body like this. It was the remainder. The leftovers. Her decoy.

He removed the gold shoes, the pink underwear. She was just a cadaver. He photographed her feet.

He stepped over her. She wasn’t there. She was a hard wall and a barrier. A moat. The alligator. He knew he was not going to win by direct force. She was Goliath and Gulliver.