“I
like whales” she said as she pinned another whale poster to her wall, adding to
the vast collection sprawled over whale wallpaper.
She
took a moment to admire the poster, lost for a brief second at the merriment of
the blubbery behemoth exploding from the sea.
She
tore her gaze away, and it fell upon the man bound and gagged upon her
bed. The bed with the whale-themed
sheets and pillow. The bed that was
shaped like a whale.
His
eyes were iced with fear, illuminated by the whale-shaped bedside lamp.
“I
like whales” she repeated, fumbling her ‘I ♥
Whales’ badge pinned proudly to her chest.
She
began to fumble in her drawer, casting aside underwear and socks dotted in happy,
smiling whales. Until she found what she
was looking for.
She
held aloft the hammer and chisel and moved, like a titanic marine mammal,
towards the man who squirmed like a pathetic, limp seal.
“That’s
why the only man I could ever love” she said “Would need a blowhole.”
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