Gabrielle awoke slowly, smiling. The scent of last night's love
hung in the air. Wistfully, she looked over at the now empty bed. She
knew he was going to leave early, still, she felt a twinge.
She dressed and left for work, smiling over their secret. She
could feel the warmth of his touch, the heat of his breath on her.
The elevator doors opened and her blood went cold. Her mouth
dropped open. The memory of his touch turned to hollow, aching pain.
He was hanging from the access hatch. Bloodied and mutilated, his
body swayed and turned slightly.
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