Nisha – mai ye nahi puch rahi mujhe pheley batao ki tum meri kachi se kaya kar rhe the. Kachi us ke muh se sun kar mujhe bhaut ageeb laga fir mai th...da free ho gayaNisha – mai batau tumhari mammy ko Main – please mat batana please apna muh band rakhna is baat ke liye Nisha – muskurai boliNisha – muh band karna chahte ho to karo na Main – kuch samjha nahiNisha – ha muh band karna chahte ho to karo na. Kar do mere muh band Main – mai kaise karu.Nisha – pagal 8 inch ka loda hai tera ladki ka muh. I look back over my shoulder and sure enough there is an overpass that even has a caged in sidewalk for pedestrians. “Looks perfect to me!” I exclaim as I begin walking towards the overpass –the three guys follow closely behind. We reach the top to find the overpass to be empty but plenty of cars passing below us on the highway. This is going to be amazing I think to my self. Ben, who has been fairly silent up to this point, is the first to speak up. “Well, lets get started shall we?” We all. I was somewhere with many books. My mind tried to tell me something but the haze around it prevented interruptions of my useless rambling. Books … it was called a library! I was a genius!Okay, why was I in a library? – And why was there some form of demon on the cover of that book. The last thought took hold and I grabbed an ancient looking book with something looking very much like a demon on the cover. Written with some form of brown ink that looked far too much like old blood. This also did. Suddenly, to our relief it was over, with a final gasp she hung slumped and silent. The duke slit the veins in her arms and her life blood began to drain from her limp body in a flood of dark red. The duke collected us up and we shuffled away to the library in tears, to the sound of the first splash of acid hitting the ground having burnt its way through her belly. In the library stood the butler with his tray of brandy where we sat in stunned silence, the executioner s hands still bloody. We.