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No Business for Friends

Words blurred in and out of Delia’s focus. She slammed the book into her lap and glared towards the younger woman bound by ropes in the backseat.

“See, this is our problem. You never shut up.”

The woman blinked as the statement hit her but the gag prevented her from responding.

“Even now I can just hear you whining.”

The woman stared towards the slouching fabric above her despondently.

“I thought we were friends.” Delia mocked. “You know you can’t have friends in this business.”

The woman sighed.

“Whatever. It doesn’t matter. Tomorrow I’ll pretend I never knew your name.”

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Word Count: 100
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24 thoughts on “No Business for Friends

  1. You’ve described a sociopath quite well. Not all of them turn to violence–in fact, most do not. But the lack of empathy, the coldness, the despite for a weaker person, are all so typical of the sociopath. Chilling, this story, and not much hope for the victim.

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