Heya Everyone. So I’m rather ill - again. So, in all honesty, this is absolute gibberish.... I can’t concentrate long enough to write a sentence. Hopefully, it makes sense? I was tasked with killing someone with kindness, and I think I achieved that.
She assumed it was a challenge, the way the words fell in a sneer from his lips, leaning over the dusty bar as if it would help her hear the words that accompanied the stench of alcohol.
“I said, you should kill him.” The words were repeated as if she hadn’t heard them over the pulsing bass beat that blasted out of the club's speakers. “Did you hear me child?!” His hand reached over the bar, wrapping around her neck. “Kill him.” Her face was slammed forward into the bar, forcing her to cry out in pain and drop the bottle she was holding.
“I heard you. I’m a bartender, not a murderer. Get your hands off me.” She tried to break his hold, but he pulled her closer, squeezing her neck until she gasped for air.
“You are what I say you are. If I say you're a murderer you kill whoever I say.” His hand tightened, and she starts blindly searching for something behind the bar. Praying her hands could grasp onto a bottle she could smash over his head. Force him to release her whatever way she could.
The only thing within her reach squeaked as her hand wrapped around it tightly. The rubber chicken they’d confiscated off an overeager patron earlier. Her vision fading, she had no choice but to use it, repeatedly whacking him in the head with it until his hand loosened. An effort to defend himself from the rubber that wrapped around his head. Smashing against his head with enough force to rip the chicken apart. Her hands picking up the squeaker as it fell from the chicken, shoving it down his throat as he started to scream at her once more.
His hand finally released her throat, going to his own as he started to choke. She slid down behind the bar, avoiding the glass and spreading liquor beside her. Hearing the club's bouncers make their way through the club, her coworkers trying to calm her down. Kneeling beside her as she tried to calm down, rid herself of the feeling of his fingers around her neck.
"Aww, kindness, no!" The cry rang out above the fading music.
"He named the chicken?!" The shock kicking in, she started laughing at her coworkers whispered remark.
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