The prisoner.
………This is part of a longer story, but I hope you can enjoy it………… The prisoner. Jolka had thought out and prepared her deed quite carefully. He would not recognize her, he did not know her. But that was not the point here. She had let her fingernails grow longer so that she could sharpen them to a point. It was important to her plan. It would also make her hands appear larger and rougher. There was no way he could recognize her as a woman. She had eaten garlic so that she smelled appropriately repulsive and washed it down with cheap beer. The clothes she wore belonged to her husband, and she also applied his strong-smelling aftershave. She felt uncomfortable, smelled bad, and had something to do that she hated. The night could begin. …