Prologue
It was around 12 PM as Julia entered the bathroom in a millisecond. She entered with a pink robe on, which she slid off the moment after she had entered; and of course, she had nothing on underneath it. What she was walking over towards was none other than a large red bathtub. Clearly it was already filled with hot water, as it appeared to be quite foamy; obviously, it had already been mixed in with bubbles. Upon slowly dipping her right index toe in the water, she then dunked herself (from the waist up) straight into the tub. It was obviously warm enough for her as she immediately exhaled while resting her head.
Everything seemed peaceful and quiet enough. But (at least) ten seconds later, loud, hard, footsteps began to emerge.
At first, Julia seemed obvious to this, as her eyes were still closed. But the closer the footsteps had gotten, the more aware she became. She didn’t know how to feel or how to react, especially when the person walking towards the bathroom door finally (and instantly) entered. “Darling!” she gasped, right before quickly sitting up within the tub, “What’re doing in here!?”
The person (obviously being a man) did not answer. Instead, he held out what appeared to be a shotgun (that he had apparently been hiding behind his back) and pointed it directly at her.
To which, Julia’s eyes widened in horror. “What do you think you are doing …!? In an act of desperation, she then stood up from out of the tub and held up her arms in a manner, making it look like she was about to beg for mercy. “Put that down!”
“Tell me it’s not true …”
“Que?”
“Tell me you haven’t been fucking that blonde-haired son-of-a-bitch!!”
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!” she exclaimed, “¡Ahora baja esa maldita arma! –”
Right then and there, without hesitating, the man finally pulled the trigger. BANG!!!
