I couldn't bring myself to kill her. And not because it's difficult to kill someone. Not at all. Strangely enough, it's difficult for me to do it. I stood over her with a knife for about five minutes, seeing that she was still breathing and waiting for her to stop. On her own. But that didn't happen. Damn it! Cutting the life support cable is much easier than cutting her throat.
And she clings to life... Breathing steadily. I tape her hands and feet with duct tape. I throw a couple of torn jumpsuits on the floor and put her on top. That way, when she wakes up in the morning, she won't be able to get to my supplies or my neck. Fuck! My neck hurts. The bitch tore me up with that frigging plastic after all. I treat the wound with antiseptic and lie down to rest with a book. Lunch will be ready in two hours.