You understand what
happened had to happen. Couldn't have turned out any other way. A woman's
depressed...with herself, with life...with her husband, who made life
possible for her until he was...bewitched by another woman, a Destroyer.
Abandoned. Like someone left for dead. She plans her suicide. Until the
dream begins. In the dream, the Destroyer is destroyed. That's a dream
worth living for. Now with such simplicity, such clarity, everything falls
into place. It must be a crime that her husband can declare unsolved and
be believed by all the world. She must make it look like a rape, but she
must leave her husband a clue. Once he discovers who it was, he'll put
the case into the file of unsolved murders. Another break-in by some sex-crazed
man. But all his life, he'll know that it was her. She remembers a set
of glasses she bought for the woman some time before, a housewarming gift
from her husband in his office. She buys another set. Her husband has
a beer one night, doesn't even comment on the glass. Now she has a fingerprint.
Then on a few mornings, she saves the fluid that comes out when she removes
her diaphragm, puts it in a plastic bag, puts the bag in the basement
freezer. Waits. She calls the woman and asks to see her. She stops at
the U and logs into the computer. Now she has an alibi. She goes to the
woman. The woman lets her in. When her head is turned, she removes the
instrument from her bag and strikes. The Destroyer is Destroyed. She takes
the cord out that she brought along and ties her body in ways her husband
described the perverts do. She feels the power, the control, a sense that
she's guided by a force beyond herself. Takes a syringe and injects the
contents of the ziplocked bag. Leaves the glass on the bar. Unlocks the
door and windows. And goes home. And Life begins again. Until a Trial.
When she sees her husband suffer. In ways she never intended. She is prepared
to tell the truth right up to the very end, when magically, the charges
were dropped. The suffering was over. And they were saved.
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