"What was the moral of the story, Mia?" he asked, a bit amused. I giggled at the fact that he had picked up the subtle hint.

"What goes around... comes around," I p.r.o.nounced.

"And that karma is a b.i.t.c.h." I laughed loudly. "Are you Karma?" he teased.

"A b.i.t.c.h? Yes. Karma?" I let it hang there.

"No?" he taunted.

"Maybe."

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"You want the mark to be right; you can't strangle her, Ethan!"

"You want to pin this as a suicide?" Ethan guffawed. "You fed her acid, which is proof enough."

"Not that it worked on her!" I came to the rescue. "She has poisoned her body to the extent that it got immune to acid, do you think that is easy?" I shook my head. I was rather impressed that she had rendered herself indestructible to all things liquid and poisonous. It was one thing about her that impressed me. For the life of me, I couldn't remember anything else about her.

Of course, this conversation was taking place while she was still lying in front of us, mostly catatonic. She was not dead; not even after sixteen hours of consuming the acid that Michael had a.s.sured me would kill slowly. It seemed that it didn't really work on the killing part and concentrated more on the pain when it came to Cienna.

At that moment, Michael and Ethan were engaging in a verbal duel where they decided how they would kill her off. While Michael was opting for sending a message by letting the cops find her body and deem it a suicide, Ethan thought it was all too complicated for us to carry out. It was an engaging conversation. I was siding with Michael on it.

"People are known to survive acid consumption, Ethan," Michael argued.

"What would happen after the autopsy report? They would find out then."

"They would also find out that it was not the acid that killed her, but the rope. That is why we need to make it look like suicide."

"I think both of you are deranged," he huffed and then shook his head at the motionless prisoner.

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