What would you do with a body if you had one to hide?

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__ The heavy fall of a knife slammed down onto the chopping board. My hands were clammy and I had to make an effort not to let the knife slip out of my hand. Not to draw attention to myself. Although I was alone, I always felt like I was being watched. I steadied myself and looked around my room, then back to the mess in front of me.

No one ever questioned what they were eating if they were enjoying it…

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My knife was struggling to cut through tendons, so skidded from one side of the board to the other. Sweat trickled down my face, as my arms strained to saw through the gristle. Around me, the air felt heavy and stung my eyes. Suddenly, my knife slipped and fell on the floor.

Do you ever do something you regret?

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__ I gasped and jumped back. I groaned and stomped; turning around to try and calm myself down. My once clean and crisp white uniform was splattered with crimson stains. My hand instinctively reached to my face, leaving smudges running down my cheeks. I looked down at the bloody remains infront of me, my eyes darting across the board.

What would you do if someone caught you doing something bad?

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My heart stopped. Not wanting to look, I heard the distinct creak of a door opening behind me…