I went to the bedroom and saw Frank lying on the bed. I noticed the tears on his cheeks, but didn't say anything. My stomaugh made a little somersault, and I set next to him on the bed. I took the glass of water on the nightstand, popped some of the sleepingpills out of the package, and put them in my hand. I had five of them.

“Here, take these.” I ordered, so that maybe I felt some form of control. He took them without answering, and then I gave him some more, and more, untill he'd swallowed twenty of them. A lethal dose. When he dosed off, which happened within five minutes, I knew this was the most stupid thing I'd ever done. Now I killed my husband without even having fun doing it. That couldn't be true. I jumped up, ran to the kitchen and took a sharp fishknife. When I came back in the bedroom, Frank was having trouble breathing. Little beads of sweat gleamed on his forehead and I heard him gasp.
“Frank, my love, I do this for you.” I whispered.

I sat on his belly and laid my hands on his throat, pretending that his laboring for breath came from me strangling him. A little shot of excitement went through my body. I then heaved the knife and plunged it in his heart. The pointy blade scratched a rib, but went in smoothly. I felt a shiver go through the body between my legs, but Frank didn't utter a moan. Everything was silent. When I got off of him and set beside him on the bed, I looked at his body. This wasn't what Frank had asked from me, but what else could I've done? And this still wasn't what I needed. We had to find a way to make it work for the both of us. But this silent murder was way too quiet for me. The Warrior Princess was back, and longing for a fight!