It had been exactly 3 days since I had gone to Jaclyn's house. I had gathered my supplies and gone on over for the final time.
I showed up outside her bedroom window, same as always. I made sure she wasn't in her room. Once I was sure, I opened the window, knowing the little shit never closed it. Dumbass. She was making this way too easy. I smiled to myself. It was finally time.
I went inside, making sure to close the window again. I slipped inside the closet, duffel bag in one hand, chloroform in the other. And then I waited until she came back.
It was around an hour and a half before she finally showed up again. But I wasn't mad. I was quite patient.
I took action immediately, opening the door and sneaking up behind her. I put the cloth over her face and watched her lose the struggle of not breathing in as she passed out.
I shut the closet silently, stuffed her in the bag, and left her house, making sure to close the window once more once I was out.
I stuffed that bitch in the trunk of my car and drove to my hidden location. "Now they'll never find you~" I cooed sarcastically to my ex crush. May she burn in hell. Do I even believe in hell? Who knows.
Once we got there, I grabbed her and took her to a dark room where there was a chair. I tied her to it and slipped into the shadows, waiting until she would wake up.
She woke up a few hours later, dazed and confused.
I smiled to myself once more.
Time for some real fun.
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The Betrayal of a Friend (COMPLETED)
HorrorWrote in first person perspective We always read stories about girls getting kidnapped and murdered but do we ever focus on why the captors did it? Not very often. This will be the story of how and why the narrator hurt their best friend. I realize...