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He could not answer that, jolted by his own actions. Blood trailed up his finger tips and hidden underneath the nails, palms stained with the red liquid. Butch was enthralled by Vanessa's dead face, twisted with a permanent scream. What was he suppose to do? Hide it? How could he in a place with eyes everywhere, the warden will most likely see this. Butch's life was over, well at least his career was. He would be sentenced to a prison himself, except no badge this time. Hopefully a Morus prison, he knows the space from top to bottom. But would he even want to escape? No, he felt he would deserve the damnation headed for him for what he did. Butch thought he was better than this, he was not expecting himself to beat the girl, but to kill her also he would have never imagined it.

“Butch… What has happened in here..?”

With a long pause not able to say anything, he thought to himself, why did he even do it? Was it really the slap that commenced Butch to charge on her? A little bit of that, however Butch saw it more over that Vanessa was trying to separate him for Dominique, and he would never had let that happened. His love for Dominique had become a weapon.

"I...," he stopped, he was not sure what to say. What do you say to a person when you alter into a murderer? When a man kills a woman what must he say to the one he was fighting for? He could say one thing simple, clear, but deadly, "I killed her..."