Debra had seen much of life, and the warden's big talk was pathetic.
She crooked a finger at him, and he strutted in, fearless.
Before he could get close, she grabbed his neck right at the sweet spot. One squeeze, and he'd be done.
He froze. Guards outside moved to step in.
"I wouldn't," she warned. "My hand's got a mind of its own. If he dies, you're all screwed, right?"
"How dare you?" the warden hissed. "In here, you're my prisoner. Touch me, and you're screwed."
Unfazed, she snapped his neck with a crisp crack.
He dropped, eyes wide in shock. The guards outside freaked.
"She's nuts!" one yelled, aiming at her.
"Stop your..."
"That's enough," another guard interrupted, still shaken by her vibe. "His death means a promotion for us. Let's go report this to the chief."
Debra grinned at him. "Good call. Next warden's you, I bet."
Panic erupted outside. "Shit! Marion's busting in."
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