COLBY POV
It was my mom,
"Go back to bed" I said sternly, she nodded wide eyed.
"Colby we have to kill her, she's seen" Sam said, I nodded in agreement,
"Did you bring your knives" he hesitated before showing me the knives.
We walked in, I placed myself on the bed, crawling above my mother, pushing my knee into her chest, her body began to shake, Sam did the same with my father.
They soon died.
I grabbed my mason jars I was hiding and cut off strips of my own mothers skin, making the ribbons of skin curl, it was beautiful.
"Now I'll always have a peice of you" I said, Sam had done the same with my father, I pulled the covers over them, placed flowers at the bottom of the bed, and made them hold hands, I poured champagne into two glasses.
After setting the scene I packed all my clothes and me and Sam left hand-in-hand.
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Fanfiction"Is this okay?" Stockholm Syndrome Feelings of trust or affection felt in many cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim towards a captor.
