The Joy of Knowing

Orlan smiled in his cell. This confused the guard, who couldn’t imagine what would make a fresh psych-ward patient smile so brightly.

I’ve stopped him for good, thought Orlan. But he doesn’t know it yet. His grin broadened.

Malice had entered him, had taken over his actions, had lost him his girlfriend, his loving kitten, and his job. But he’d have the final laugh, yes he would…

He’d planted a little secret in the swamp of beastiality porn Malice had placed on Roz’s computer. A little seed, which would sprout in due time and reveal the truth to the only woman he could still trust.

It was all he had left, and he hoped she would understand. She’d been there for him, surely she knew him well enough to decipher his message…

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