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The exhausted, giddy boy tucked severed, blonde locks into the matchbox beside his bed.
Casey Becker had put up a substantial fight. More so than they'd predicted, (particularly after witnessing her boyfriend's guts splashed across the pool tiles in her backyard.)
Stu had guessed that she'd go loudly, hopelessly tripping over obstacles and screaming bloody murder; the high school bimbo pulling her best Scream Queen finale. Billy assumed she'd beg for her life, big, wobbly tears rolling down blush-pink cheeks, perfectly manicured hands pressed together in a morbid prayer. Evidently, though, neither were true.
Stu had marvelled at the outcome. All blood and guts, the boys had hoisted Casey's corpse into the oak tree outside her home. It taken a few extra, precious moments, but my God, it was ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ก ๐ข๐ญ. Worth it, to watch the blood drain from her face, worth it, to hear the devastated screams of her parents, worth it, ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ต๐ค๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด' ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ.
He'd do just about anything to see it. That crooked grin, pitch black eyes sparkling with the thrill of it all, Billy lit up the room with his unbridled bloodlust. That look, the blood splatter fresh on his cheeks, the low growl in his throat, it made Stu's knees weak. Weak enough to give into any demand, bow to any influence, and tear the hot, twisted guts from any poor sucker this side of Woodsboro.
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Originally written and shared as part of Verbuary 2022: https://tinyurl.com/4th7szvr
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