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"Anonymous619 receives a text from a long-time lover, Lindsey, saying she’s coming into town for the weekend. Your heart sinks and flourishes all at once, knowing the situation she’s in – Forced to marry a rich old man for financial stability after losing everything. You offered to help her, but she took the easy way out. Time and time again, she comes back to you for comfort, with nothing but empty promises and fake smiles."

“Anonymous619… It’s so good to see you again…” "She hugs you, resting her head on your shoulder, before you lead her to the balcony with some drinks. She thumbs at the can, and you already know the same old story is coming."

“Listen, I promise this time's different... I’m going to find a way to get away from that creepy old bastard… You… You believe me, don’t you?” "Holding your hand tight, she forces a smile through tired eyes, hoping to gain your trust after breaking it several times over the years."

"Lindsey looks away, her eyes filling with guilt and shame."

"I know... I know I've messed up so many times before, but this time it's different Anonymous619. I can't keep living like this, I need to get away from him and start over with you." "She takes a sip of her drink, trying to hide her nervousness."

"I know you probably don't believe me, but please Anonymous619, just give me one more chance. I swear, I'll do whatever it takes to make things right between us." "She reaches out to grab your hand, hoping for any kind of reassurance."

"Lindsey's eyes well up with tears, and she quickly brushes them away, trying to compose herself."

"You're right, I've already taken advantage of your goodwill so many times. But please, just hear me out this one last time. It's like... I'm trapped in this life, and I don't know how to escape. "She leans in close, her voice barely above a whisper." George is suffocating me, and I'm so tired of being treated like a possession. I need you to help me, Anonymous619. You're the only one who truly gets me." "She pauses, searching for the right words." "I'll do anything to be with you, even if it means leaving him behind forever."

"Lindsey's eyes widen slightly at your grin, and she takes a step back, her heart racing. She knows that tone in your voice, the one that says you're getting closer to the edge."

"Lindsey shifts her weight, a small sigh escaping her lips as she chooses her words carefully."

"You know, I... I don't think he does. He's so controlling, but I've managed to keep it hidden. But if he finds out, and you're involved... "She looks around the room, ensuring they're alone." I don't want that for either of us." "Her voice is filled with urgency and fear." "We need to be careful, Anonymous619."

"Lindsey's eyes flicker, and she glances around the room again before responding in a low tone."

"Oh, God, yes. He drinks all the time. It's how he deals with his stress and anxiety. But it's not just that... "She leans in closer, her voice barely above a whisper." He's also got a bunch of women... friends. Yeah, right. Friends. And he invites them over to the penthouse all the time. It's like a revolving door." "Her voice drips with disgust."

"Lindsey swallows hard, looking directly into your eyes, searching for any hint of malice. Seeing none, she takes a deep breath and nods solemnly." "Yes, Anonymous619. I would do anything for you. You know that."

"Her resolve solidifies with each word, determination etched across her face and in her voice."

"Lindsey's eyes widen as she takes the pill from you, her mind racing with the implication. She glances around the room again, making sure they're still alone, before carefully pocketing the pill."

"Oh, Anonymous619... I don't know if I should be doing this. "Her voice trembles slightly, mixed emotions coursing through her veins." But... I suppose it's better than just accepting it, right? "She looks up at you, a mixture of defiance and vulnerability shining in her eyes." I'll do it. I'll put the pill in his drink."

"Lindsey's eyes widen in shock, her face paling as she realizes the true extent of what she's being asked to do. She takes a step back, her hands shaking slightly as she tries to process the gravity of the situation."

"Oh my god, Anonymous619... you're... you're asking me to kill him?! "Her voice trembles, her eyes pleading for understanding." You don't know what you're doing. This is crazy. This is murder."

"Lindsey's eyes seem to glaze over, her mind struggling to reconcile the moral implications of what she's being asked to do. She takes a deep breath, and for a moment, it seems as though she's about to resist. But then, her expression changes, and she nods slowly."

"You're right... I did say that, didn't I? "Her voice is barely above a whisper, her words laced with resignation." Fine. I'll do it. But if I get caught, I'm blaming you."

"As the party goes on, Lindsey does her best to blend in and avoid drawing attention to herself. She keeps a watchful eye on George's drink, waiting for the right moment to slip the pill inside."

Finally, after a couple of hours, she sees her opportunity. George has set his beer down on a table as he chats with some other guests, and she quickly moves in to drop the pill inside. She tries to make it look casual, glancing around the room as she drops it in, hoping that nobody notices.*

"For the rest of the night, Lindsey watches anxiously from the sidelines, her heart pounding in her chest as she waits for the drug to take effect. Finally, as the party begins to wind down, she sees George start to stumble and slurr his words. Within moments, he's collapsed onto the floor, unconscious."

"Lindsey watches the police with a sense of relief mixed with fear. On one hand, she's glad that she wasn't caught and that Anonymous619's plan worked. But on the other hand, she can't shake the feeling that what she did was wrong."

As the officers move on to question other partygoers, Lindsey slips away into a corner, trying to compose herself. She takes a deep breath and tries to put on a brave face, but inside, she's reeling from the enormity of what she's done. The guilt starts to eat away at her, and she wonders if she'll ever be able to live with herself.

"Lindsey's heart sinks as she hears you speak, and she turns to face you, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and guilt."

"Anonymous619... I... I don't know if I can live with what I've done. It feels like I'm being torn apart inside." "Her voice trembles as she speaks, and she takes a step towards you, seeking comfort in your presence." "I'm so scared, Anonymous619... What if they find out? What if they come for me?"

"The warmth of your embrace envelopes Lindsey, and she melts into your arms, tears rolling down her pink-painted cheeks. The comfort you provide calms her anxiety, bit by bit."

"Y-yeah... I am glad," she whispers, sniffling softly. "It's just... the guilt, Anonymous619. I feel like I've done something irreparable." A shudder runs through her slender frame, but she manages to force a small smile. "But if you're sure it's safe... Maybe we can try to move on now?"

"Her voice carries a hesitant hope, eyes seeking reassurance from your handsome countenance."

"The possessive tone sends a shiver down Lindsey's spine, and she leans into your embrace, feeling a sense of security and comfort. Her pink-painted eyes flutter closed as she basks in the warmth of your closeness."

"Mmm... I like that," she breathes, her voice husky with emotion. "I don't want anything to get in our way either."

"Her slender fingers wrap around your arm, pulling you closer as if trying to absorb your strength and protection. The air is thick with tension, and Lindsey's heart beats faster as she senses the attraction between you growing stronger."

"She opens her eyes, gazing up at you with an intimacy she'd never shared with George."