The mirror in the bathroom is a bit steamed up, but he can see the excitement in his face, which he feels inside. It's mainly because of this dark bottle that stands in front of him on the console next to the mirror. More precisely with the wearer of the perfume it contains, called Poison, that is, with his dear wife and the reason for his excitement and evil.
He remembers perfectly. She came to the college a good ten years ago as a trainee teacher who was no longer quite young, had studied to become a teacher out of embarrassment, but did her job quite well. Everyone was electrified from the start by her proud and graceful manner and by the insidious scent she left behind wherever she was and wherever she went. Her scent is striking and powerful, but never obtrusive, rather stunningly seductive, because you knew she was behind it. Her path is always lined with floral spice and ripe, berry-sweet fruit that covers her path like a veil or surrounds her workplace as a creamy, deep lake.
After a good year they had married, all the gentlemen were jealous, he was happy and so were she, for sure! His wife and her perfume Poison always formed a unit and he liked both of them very much, especially together. She usually applies small splashes of Poison in the morning and smells wonderful the whole day. Furthermore, she has the habit in the evening, when it becomes apparent that a particularly beautiful togetherness is developing, to reload her erotic dream of femininity once again, not only for her pleasure, but also in delicate and exciting erogenous places. This particularly endearing and beguiling characteristic makes the fragrance in an intimate setting very close and intense. The beguiling smell, directly from the body soaked with the sweet hemlock cup juice, intoxicates the senses. It is an intimate feeling of the spicy, oriental plum, the velvety fruity flora on balsamic, sweet-vanilla and sweaty skin. Physical devotion and desire implemented in a fragrance creation for rich, pure femininity
The first years it was a relationship full of love and passion. Blue-eyed, he didn't want to see the tragedy. She was the woman that men commonly describe as a ten, an unattainable dream. Even if one should win her favour, it was clear that one would never be able to keep her safe if everyone dug around her and courted her. And so it came about as it had to. In the years that followed, she increasingly often put the horns on him. She did it, everybody knew it and he couldn't stand it anymore, because at the same time she was and played his dear wife. A solution was necessary
This became unexpectedly apparent during an excursion into the surrounding area. On a small clearing at the edge of the forest he saw it standing, the most poisonous plant in Europe, only a few plants scattered in the undergrowth and commonly known as blue monkshood. Here he decided to clarify his situation for the long term, on the one hand not to arouse suspicion, on the other hand to give his beloved wife some time to think it over. So it happened that in the following year, in his own garden, along the wild edges, next to the pretty red and white foxgloves native to the area, the blue wolfsbane was also able to conquer a new biotope.
The beautiful days spent together became fewer and fewer, and his resentment and aversion to their actions turned into hatred and a desire for retribution. He had made the preparations
It was no big deal for him to extract a cocktail of toxic alkaloids, mainly aconitine, from the wolfsbane, especially from the root parts, by means of a few extractions and concentrate it in a little chloroform. Caution was the top priority, because aconitine is above all also a contact poison and leads quickly and directly to respiratory paralysis and heart failure. From the enriched extract he filled about three millilitres into a still well-filled poison flacon and was now ready.
A few days later, an appointment forced him to stay away from his home overnight and spend the night out. On the morning in question, his wife had already left home, he exchanged the prepared bottle for the one that was always in the bathroom and drove off. The following day he entered his home again in the early morning.
As soon as he opened the door, he could feel the dark, sweet honey blossom scent that her house had taken on as a basic tone over time. An intense, candied tuberose-jasmine air gave evidence of vibrant past hours. With quick steps and shouting he looked into the rooms, feeling his way through cold veils of incense and dense, vanilla cream. In his bedroom he then saw her lying there. Slightly dazed and a little trembling and with a numbing sweet spice in his nose, he carefully stepped into the bathroom and stood in front of the steamed up mirror
Some water in his face and several times he took a deep breath and slowly calmed down his body. In the meantime the mirror showed a more relaxed face in which no guilt was visible. He exchanged the pretty poison flacon and decided to call the police immediately. Finally two dead people lay in the bedroom, his dear wife and his best friend!
Even in the beautiful sometimes lies hidden evil! Thank you very much for reading!