This is My Design.

I shoot Mr. Marlow twice, 

severing jugulars and carotids 

with near-surgical precision.

He will die 

watching me take

What is His 

away from him.

This is My Design.

I shoot Mrs. Marlow expertly 

through the neck.

This is not a fatal wound.

The bullet misses every artery.

She is paralyzed 

before it leaves her body.

Which doesn't mean 

she can't feel pain.

It just means 

she can't do anything 

about it.

This is My Design.