Chapter 47
There’s no way Jacques is going to hurt you. He’s a chef, not a hired assassin. He’s obviously just walking around the kitchen with his chef’s knife, as chefs do.
You put down the tray and turn around.
Jacques is startlingly close—much closer than he appeared in the tray. There should be a warning that says “objects in the tray are closer than they appear.” If there had been, you would not have been so shocked to find Jacques inches away from you, brandishing a butcher knife.
“Hello again, Sloan,” he says.
Although what he really means is “goodbye,” because at that moment, he slashes the blade of the butcher knife against your throat.
You collapse to the floor, clutching your neck and gasping for air. You know it’s a lost cause, though. You’ve seen many movies where people have had their throats cut, and none of them ever live. You are going to die.
And the last words you hear before you lose consciousness are, “Don’t you think she’d go well with a nice béarnaise sauce?”
THE END
Want to try for a different ending? Turn back to Chapter 1 (page 1)!