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spray which contained bleach, and then he pored in the strongest alcohol they had to cover the smell. Now, he knew that it would take more than one glass of this to kill the man, but he also knew how much the man usually drinks. He put his concoction on his tray, worked up a fake smile, and walked into where his master was seated. He turned the corner, and saw that the coffee table was, in fact, shattered, but the victum he had guessed was all wrong.

There on the floor lied the body of his boss, and standing over the bloody mess was his daughter, with her hands clintched to fists, and a crazy yet scared look in her eyes. She quickly glanced up at the servant, and saw that he was staring right back. She then looked back at the body, and her mood quickly shifted from rage to panic. She asked herself aloud what she had done, then she quickly kneeled down, next to her father's glass and blood covered corpse. The servant quickly hurried next to her, and felt for a pulse. He found that the man had no pulse, not even in the least bit.

He looked over to the woman, and she looked at him. The servant told her to calm down, and told her that everything would be alright, but she just muttered that she couldn;t go to jail, she didn't belong there. He grabbed her arms tightly, and he shook her vigorously as he shouted at her to calm down. She was frightened by this, it scared her so much that it brought back some of that rage, that killer instinct, and she snapped again as she stuck a long shard of glass into the servant's throat.

She stabbed him again and again as he choked on the blood pooring from his neck. He tried to yell, but to no prevail. It couldn't be desided wether he died by blood loss, or by suffication. The woman wasn't exactly sure on what had just happened. She was full of shock, and she needed to releave herself of this stress and confusion. That is when her nose picked up the sent of strong alcohol. She saw the drink that the servant had prepared on a nearby table. she drank the glass of cool liquid, and it seemed to work wonders on her nerves.

She went into the kitchen to wash her blood soaked hands, when she saw the whole bottle of the drink that had seemed to calm her down. So she drank a little more, then washed her hands. She started to clean up the area in which she committed the two murderes. She returned to the kitchen to get some cleaning supplies, and decided to help herself to another drink of the liquid. Now she started to feel sick. She thought that she would keep her vommitt down with another drink. This seemed to make her worse, but there was no time, she knew that the maid's shift started soon, and she had to do the best she could to cover up the murders.

But now the stumach pains were beoming unbearable. Before she could stop herself, she began to throw up what she had drank, and some extra. She could see blood, her throat began burning, and she became very weak. Her stomach acjd began eating through her neck, and through the bottom of her mouth. A little droped on her tear soaked leg and began burning it as well. She couldn't hang on for very long, and within a few minutes, she was dead.

The maid arrived and reported the bodies. The police did a background check on the father and daughter, and they discovered that the woman's mother, the father's wife, was sentenced to death ten years before. She had killed six men for unknown reasons, then she hung herself three days before she got the chair. So it turns out the the kind, loving little daughter had unknowingly followed in the footsteps of her murderous mother. So it just goes to show that the apple doesn't fall very far from the tree.

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