EVIL (any gender, late teens to late life)
Yeah I guess I knew what was going on. Every time a special truck came by to pick up those very large garbage bags, I had to keep a count so the driver would get paid. And I'm not stupid, I figured there was more than garbage in those bags.
But I swear Caleb, I swear I didn't know the bodies were from your neighborhood, much less your family. It wasn't my business. I'm not a killer. I don't even have mouse traps at home.
Look, you can pull the trigger and yeah, that'll be the last thing... I'm the only one left in this place. But do you really want to kill me? 'Cause I don't belong to this place, I just worked here, I just took a job as a secretary because I needed money, I did the job, I did it very well and I think, doing a good job makes me a good person.
Maybe this was an evil place, maybe my boss did evil things. And maybe you taking this place down was a good thing. But if you take me down, I'm not sure that's good. Look at me. Look at my face.
Is this the face of something evil?
[hold two seconds and end]
Copyright 2016 by Matt Haynes.
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