Performing a search for Belladonna online provided her with some useful information. She could buy a bottle of Belladonna extract on eBay. Better yet, she found a few local alternative medicine shops in town. She could buy a bottle in cash. That would be her best option. Having a bottle of poison delivered to her home via eBay seemed like the easiest way to get caught.
One day, while her husband was at work, Sasha took Tara to her mother’s and asked her to watch her for a couple of hours. She then went about the task of planning the murder. Before she arrived at the store, she wondered if she would back out. In the end, she had not. Sasha walked into the store and found the bottle she was looking for, slipped her cash across the counter, and walked out with her head high. Change was coming.
She let a few days pass before putting her plan into action. It would be simple. Sasha would simply bring her husband a beer. He never turned them down. He would drink one, then another, and another. Sometime after he had become inebriated, she would hand him the last beer he would ever drink. It would have the entire bottle of Belladonna secretly inside the beer. He would toss his head back and down the drink without question and without taste. After the seventh or eighth beer, he stopped tasting them. At that point, he was only drinking to maintain intoxication.
The plan worked smoothly. She handed him the first beer and watched with anticipation as he drank it down. Quickly, she readied another. This went on for a couple of hours before she felt confident enough to give him the tainted drink. Her hands shook as she poured the drug into his beer. The medicine was a dark brown color and would have turned a normal lager into a disgusting, brownish mess. Fortunately, for Sasha, Brent preferred to drink ales. They were dark and bitter. Sasha had sipped one once and nearly puked in the sink. How any human being could ingest it was beyond her. Now, she was thankful for the beautiful, disgusting drink.
Brent downed the glass without so much as a second thought. He belched and laughed, seemingly pleased with himself. Sasha smirked and removed the glass from his hand. A flutter of excitement and shame passed through her body simultaneously. There was no going back now. The poison would kill him and she would then hide the body. It was self-defense, she kept telling herself. The torture would never stop. The abuse would never end. This was the only way.
After a few hours, Sasha began to worry. Nothing seemed to happen. Maybe she had misjudged the drug. It wasn’t as potent as she thought. Now, she’d have to start over and find something new. Perhaps the car battery would be the best option, though she had no idea how she would make it work. Before she could mentally prepare for a new course of action, something began to happen to Brent.
It started with his hands. They convulsed in rapid succession, seemingly smacking at invisible flies. Foam lathered around his mouth and his body shook in uncontrollable spasms. A disturbing choking sound bellowed from his throat. Shortly after, a wheezing sound kicked in. His eyes darted back and forth like he was seeing something that wasn’t there and he sunk down low in his chair. The entire time, he continued to spasm and convulse. The scene was horrible. She watched him to the very last spasm. When he finally stopped moving, she knew it was all over. Finally, the threat was gone.
Needing to be sure he was gone, Sasha pressed two shaky fingers against his neck. When she didn’t feel a pulse, she knew it had worked. Disposing of the body would be her next trick. She had read about acid baths that could dissolve a human body. Online advice had also instructed to chop the body to pieces and destroy anything that could identify the body. Smash the teeth, burn off fingerprints, cut out the eyes, and everything in between. But these methods were too messy and gruesome. Instead, she decided it would be best to bury the body in the woods far away from her home. He would never be found. Heat increased the speed of decomposition and it was currently the hottest time of year. Hopefully, he would be reduced to nothing in no time. A couple of days after burying him, she would report him missing. Maybe he ran off with some whore he met at a bar. They’d believe it. Even if they suspected foul play, there was no proof.
As she had planned, Sasha loaded the body in the trunk of her car and drove several miles out of state. Tara had already been dropped off at Grandma’s house long before. She would be staying there for the time being.
Sasha’s mother had not taken the news well. Of course, she had wanted a better life for Sasha than that of an abused spouse but her problems had grown exponentially. Tara could be left without parents if she were ever caught. Sasha insisted they would never find the body, they would never find out it was her. What proof could they possibly get? Without a body, there’s no cause of death. Sure, maybe there would be speculation she had killed her husband but it wouldn’t matter. No proof, no prison. It was simple. They’d never find the body, she was sure of it.
Reluctantly, her mother decided to help her by watching Tara and agreeing to loan her as much money as she could afford to move away after everything blew over. There was an investigation but the police never came up with any leads. It was the longest couple of months of Sasha’s life.
