No Body, No Crime

I

It was a quaint day in the village of Wow This Place is Really Old. Birds were chirping, children were playing, and the stream was gurgling happily.

Oh, and Agatha was tying her fiance to a chair.

"Why. Are. You. Struggling so much?" she huffed, pausing between each word to pull the chair closer to the edge of the cliff. Thomas' muffled yells were the only reply.

"Hey, you can't rough him up too much," Charlotte leaned over to adjust the rope, "it has to look like an accident." The two girls finally dragged Thomas to the edge where Abe was still struggling in his own chair. He had managed to get his gag off and was yelling at the sky. Sadly, no one was around to hear it. How unfortunate.

"Why are you doing this? I thought you loved me and my giant muscles and my giant fish," he pleaded.

"Your fish stink and so do you. You put them on my sewing table and you never shower because this is the 18th century and showers aren't popularized in homes yet. You deserve this." Charlotte placed the gag back on her fiance's mouth and turned to Agatha. "Nice handiwork, eh?"

The girls laughed and began to cut the boys out of their chairs. Thomas remained silent. He had accepted his fate.

"Hey, stop that," Abe wiggled in fear. He kind of resembled the worms he used for bait. "Alright! I'm sorry stole your sewing scissors to gut my fish, but I left my fish scissors outside and I'm too handsome to die young so please don't kill me."

"You didn't even clean them off. Besides, it's too late," Charlotte smiled sweetly before she and Agatha smoothly scooped up their fiances, and, with seemingly superhuman strength, threw them off the cliff. The girls high-fived and began walking back toward Agatha's house, ignoring the boys' yells from behind. That is, until they spotted the villager watching them from the trees.

"Aw, man."