MY ENTRY

That night, Sandra sipped Kenny's wine and stared absently. She could not give Kenny a love potion. She did not want him submissive. Could she end him? Wasteful.
Finally she smiled knowingly. The vegetable had to go. He was too in love with his wife to see another. Instead, she would make herself the next best option before taking removing the best!

Sandra had turned into a saint overnight. She showed up daily, and she cared for Lynda without a glance at Kenny. In a month, Kenny was in love with her cooking.

On the second month, Sandra changed Lynda's medication initially to placebos and then psychotics. Lynda's symptoms were barely noticeable at first, but weeks after, she hit rock bottom. She was always mumbling to herself and scratching uncontrollably.

When Lynda became violent, Kenny's heart broke. Sandra let him seek solace in her arms. When he finally gather himself and left her room, she restrained herself from going after him and taking advantage of his weakness. He would hate her in the morning, she decided. It would only make her lose the war. For now she was winning, and she wanted it to remain that way.