A/N
y'all thought I was joking last chapter
TW : detailed murder
Craig Pov :
I texted Tolkien we need to talk, now I just need a plan.
I guess ill stab him. I don't want to do anything special for anyone as pathetic as him. Ill just put him in a trash bag and dig a hole like, six feet deep.
By the time he got here the whole place smelled like cigarettes.
-"What do you want and—why is there a hole behind you?" He asked, but it sounded More like a statement
-"I'm going to murder you."
Tweek told me that everything I say sounds sarcastic, so I'm just testing his theory (even though he says its not a theory and everyone thinks the same thing.)
-"pfft-! Quit joking. I've been with you thick and thin. You wouldn't do shit to me."
Oh. Guess he was right.
Before I could respond, he continued.
-"I'm going to beat the shit out of that pretty boyfriend of yours."
I sighed -"what's that going to do, convince me to break up with him?"
He was about to comment, but closed him mouth.
-"oh whatever. " I mumbled after minutes of staring at each other in silence.
...
I took out the knive and stabbed him in the stomach. To my disappointment, he didn't die yet.
-"wha—"
"awh shit. I wanted to kill you in one swift move like those guys in Netflix shows" I whined.
I watched as he stumbled and clutched his stomach, slowly taking steps back. I guess I could make him suffer.
-"I think I have salt packets in my bag, don't go too far." I said.
From the tone of my voice, you would think we'd be having a normal conversation.
Once I got out 2 packets, I got up and pushed him on the ground.
-"why are you such a bitch these days." I muttered.
-"wait- Craig don—"
-"shut up." I sighed.
I started opening a packet
-"wait—Craig can't we talk abo-"
-"too late." I said, slowly sprinkling salt all over his wound, rubbing it in
He screamed in pain.
-"god damn. Can you shut up, I don't want people to know I'm torturing someone."
I put my hand over his mouth, and he started flailing around.
I groaned. I'm glad I took him deep into the woods.
I grabbed the dirty knife and stabbed it in his throat, and then quickly took the knife out. Watching how the dark red blood spilled out his throat.
I think he's dead.
I wasnt finished putting salt in his wound, and I quickly pour the rest inside before throwing his body inside the hole.
Now for the hard part...
4:38
That took like 3 hours, but the dirt is in the hole, and now I can finally leave. I lick the blood off my fingers.
Tastes weird.
464 words
Rip Tolkien.