Macabre Murders - Smothered by Love.

SMOTHERED BY LOVE

It is a dark and chilly night in the girls’ hostels. In the dead of the night, there is silence all around, except the occasional hooting of an owl, signifying that everyone is asleep. A figure awaits in the silence, waiting for the perfect opportunity, waiting, just waiting. She is waiting, because it has to be perfect, just perfect, otherwise her plans will be ruined. How is she supposed to get revenge on an imperfect time? She had withstood so much, now it is time for some well-deserved payback.

A figure rises from the upper bunk-bed of the two beds present in the room. The figure slowly gets down, carefully doing so, as to minimize the amount of creaking on the bed. The figure doesn’t have to make sure if the other two residents are asleep, she knows that they are. Of course, she has made sure that they would be. She has planned everything out meticulously, very much so, down to the last detail. Nothing must go wrong and nothing shall.

Slowly, the person gets to work. She makes sure to move quietly, she dosen’t want to wake her would-be victim before the appointed time. Taking a bag out of a hidden compartment in her suitcase, she opens it to reveal the tools of her trade. A pair of transparent latex gloves, soon find themselves fitted in her dainty hands and the hair net safely puts her frizzy hair in place.

Sometime later, when she is totally convinced that she wouldn’t accidently leave a condemning evidence behind, she slowly creeps towards her victim. The girl in question is sleeping peacefully in the lower bunk of the bed, so very peacefully. She goes to the bed and climbs into the lower bunk, carrying her murder weapon in the process.

The too old bed creaks while she is reaching her victim. Unfortunately for our murderess, her soon-to-be victim wakes up, perturbed by the sudden movement. Unfortunately for our soon-to-be deceased, our lovely killer is aware of her sleeping habits.

The girl who is going to die soon manages to get a glimpse of her assailant and gasps in shock. Obviously, she didn’t think our beautiful murderess would ever be courageous and bold enough to actually try to kill her. That is indeed the bitch’s last thoughts. The next moment, the murder weapon a.k.a. a pillow comes in contact with her gaping mouth, effectively choking her.

Our lovely murderess smiles at a job well done as she stares in the eyes of her former friend. The wide, unbelieving eyes, the gaping mouth, the look of pure shock in the bitch’s face, is the strawberry in the top of a delicious murder. Mmm... It is so mouth-watering that she wants to commemorate the event by taking a picture, but she resists. She couldn’t have anything that could put her at a loss. She couldn’t have anything ruining her perfect plan, not even her temptations.

The next part of the plan is easy, especially to someone like her. She may not look like it, but she possesses incredible strength. Now, she just has to utilize her strengths into the fullest. Taking her deceased friend out of the room is easy, too easy considering the fact that her alive roommates are sleeping like a log. Taking the dead bitch to her desired place is the hard and risky part. She would manage it, of course she would.

She did manage it, dragging the strangled corpse slowly, pausing too many times, jumping at sudden insect noises and letting her paranoia get the best of her. Luckily for her, no one comes. Maybe it wasn’t luck, maybe it was her impeccable timing and good thinking but the end result is favorable for her. Of course the result is, she had made sure of it, in every way she could.

It is the dead of the night. Anyone who is awake isn’t on sight and the dimly lit corridor isn’t a place easily seen by anyone from outside or even a place frequently ventured. These facts coupled with the fact that the destination is near to her dorms, makes that very corridor a perfect place to dispose of the body. Our murderess is smart, quite incredibly so.

She double checks the body and the murder weapon for any evidence that could be connected back to her. Satisfied by not finding any, she props the dead bitch into the corridor with the help of the murder weapon, the wonderful pillow. Rigor mortis hasn’t started already, and when it would, it would not affect her plans in any way. She buries the latex gloves in a potted plant nearby and goes back to her room after washing her hands.

Back in her room, she checks for clues. Using a detective’s eyes on everything, she searches the entire room. She makes the bed of the deceased, making it seem like no one had slept in. That wouldn’t surprise anyone as it was a semi-normal occurrence for the deceased bitch not to come to the dorms to sleep.

She goes to sleep, satisfied of her nightly endeavors. Tonight, she would sleep well, better than she had for a long long time. Tonight, she is content.

Payback sure is a bitch, ain’t it?

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