‘Remember me, Hugo,’ she whispered. And then she twisted her wrist and yanked her arm back sharply. A gargle came from his throat as dark blood spilled over his lips, staining the white sheets scarlet. He tried to speak but the muscular organ that had enabled him to do this lay in her fist. She wanted to feel triumphant, but the feeling that washed over her as she slipped out into the night was one of closure.
