GRACE
I heard over the news that the Mayor of Bristol, Mr. Christian Woods was killed today at his residence. He had once visited my house as he was friends with my father. I can never forget the look he gave me with his creepy eyes. He was surely a manwhore, he knew that I was like his daughter, as he was my father's friend. But he stared at me as if he was eye raping me. A part of me was happy that he was killed, but another part of me knew that it was none other than Roy, who had killed him. He was not present in the office for the whole morning.
He came to the office premises nearly at twelve noon, when the news of the Mayor's assassination was spread all over the news channels as well as the internet. As soon as he entered the floor, his eyes were searching for mine as his gaze we
