I have to confess, I wasn't doing without, and part of me was enjoying the irony of the shoe being on Andrea's other foot.I wasn't doing without. Bein... single was actually quite cool, and Andrea had supplied a steady stream of partners with her little divorce party. A little suffering that night had paid off. Karen wasn't the only friend of Kim and Andrea's that I saw. Ellen, Andrea's other friend from the party that had passed out and spent the night spent hours with me in the recording. It was kind of funny how she moved with small quick steps due to her shackles. I was the first to press the remote, sending a strong zap on her neck. More zaps from the other guards followed. She fell to the floor writhing in pain, her last attempt of exercising any free will ended abruptly. After that little incident, we started placing the cattle in their milking stations. Each woman was placed in the metallic device, their head secured to a stock. Two steel poles came from the back side of. It had been stuffed to be soft and it bore the marks of age and love. A fuzzy, toy wolf. Dawn forgive me, Malik begged. Where was the girl now? He looked outside, praying not to see her. Nothing. What had made her be absent for the killing? A fortunate twist of fate or a miraculous foresight on her parents behalf? Either way, it didn’t matter. She would be back soon enough, of that he was sure. Then she would join her family. No, Malik thought with a grimace. That won’t happen. He knew what. *** It was two hours later when she heard a knock on her door and his voice. She put her laptop aside and opened the door, finding him in not the best of moods. ‘You knew?’ he asked, his voice strained. ‘She had called the office in the afternoon.’ ‘And you didn’t tell me!?’ he snapped. She flinched at his anger. ‘She sounded nice and asked me to keep it a surprise since you hadn’t spoken for a while. I thought you would be pleased to see her, just as she was.’ ‘She’s a conniving bitch who was.