Regret

"Gillian!" Lucille cried "how could you! And with HIM." She pointed at the naked man standing by the bed trying to cover his remarkably small and limp member with embarrassed hands.

It was only later that Lucille realised she had not looked at his face and could not describe his features.

Gillian stared back at Lucille with wide bulging eyes.

Gillian said nothing.

She couldn't. She was gagged by a red and black striped necktie tied around her mouth.

She was naked. Spread in a cross and tied to the corners of the bed by her ripped stockings and blouse.

Disgusted at her betrayal Lucille turned angrily from the scene and ran from the room slamming the door behind her. Ran from the house. Drove away fuming. Not seeing in her fury the broken lamp and the cuts and the bruises.

Leaving her friend.

Leaving her lover.

Not realising. Not realising. Just not understanding.

Driving away leaving Gillian's killer to take his time.

And condemning herself to a lifetime of regret, regret, regret.