CHAPTER THIRTY ONE scream queens, scene thirty one "seven minutes in hell/a bathtub murder"
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STORMING HER way through the door, Chanel #3 held a flashlight and key as she walked up to Sam, who stood atop of the basement stairs. "Look, I'm really sorry."' Sam tried to apologise.
"You know what? I'm sorry." Chanel #3 spoke, staring at Sam with a glare, "I'm sorry I ever trusted you." She spat, upset. Sam looked at her, "I wanted to talk about the other thing you said, about how you thought you had feelings for me?"
Chanel #3 stepped closer to her, cowering above with a glare, "The only feelings I have for you now are rage and pissed-offedness. Now, go sit in that bathtub, and think about what you've done, and try not to rub one out, okay?"
She handed Sam the key, she took it as #3 walked away. "Come on, I said I was sorry!" Sam called out after her, Chanel #3 ignored her, slamming the door and locking it, leaving Sam alone.
Sam sighed, turning to look down the stairs, the flashlight highlighting them. She slowly started to walk down the stairs, the sound of the music fading away as she reached the bottom floor.
She carefully walked through the small rooms, walking past other doors, before reaching the end one. She stopped, placing the key into the door, before unlocking it and pushing it open.
The two doors opened to reveal the basement. Sam hesitantly walked in, shining the flashlight around as she looked around at the items. "Hello?" She called out, worried.
She received no answer, and proceeded to walk further in, "If anybody's down here, please don't jump out at me. I have a thing about that." She called out, sighing as she glanced around scared.
Back upstairs, everyone were dancing and drinking as they enjoyed themselves. Grace stayed seated, watching everyone in disappointment, worried about Sam. Unbeknownst to everyone, Abby was missing.
Down in the basement, Sam continued to slowly walk through, tiptoeing as she finally reached the bathtub. She placed her light on a shelf, and knelt down beside the tub. She glanced in it, reaching her hand in as she felt around.
She lifts her hand back up to realise there was blood covering the whole bottom of the bathtub, "Is that blood?" She whispered to herself, before she could investigate any further, her head was slammed into the side of the bath.
She falls back, her head bleeding, as she stared up at the person above her. Her eyes widened as she spots Abby and the Red Devil above her. The Red Devil leant down and picked her up, placing her into the tub as she groaned.
"Why-Why are you doing this?" Sam asked slowly, looking at Abby. Abby tilted her head, shrugging, "It's something that should've been done a long, long time ago." She slightly smiled.
Sam turned her stare to the Red Devil, "Wait. If you're gonna kill me, at least show me who you are first." Abby looked at the Red Devil, nodding. The Red Devil took his mask off, holding it in his hand. Sam widened her eyes.
"I knew it. I knew it was you." She spoke out in horror. Abby smiled, turning to look at Boone, who stood beside her silently. She turned back to look at Sam, "So sad, isn't it? Now you won't be able to tell anyone about us, or get Chanel #3 to love you again."
Sam felt herself start to cry, looking at them in desperation, "Please, please don't do this." Abby shook her head, moving around to stand behind her. Boone stayed standing at the bottom of the tub, watching Abby.
Sam looked up at Abby, who stood above her head, a sheet of plastic in her hands. "Please. You don't have to do this. I could help you." She begged, Abby sighed, looking down, "Sorry, Sam. We just can't take that risk."
She lifted her arms up, the sheet of plastic laid out as she gave Sam one last glance, "Just know, you're going to die knowing Chanel #3 hates you." Before Sam could protest, Abby wrapped her face in the plastic.
Sam struggled as Abby suffocated her, Boone watching with a small smile. Sam tried to pull the plastic off, but Abby held it down tighter, pulling harder as she watched Sam slowly die.
After a few moments, Sam fell limp, her arms dropped down as she now laid dead. Abby removed her hands from the plastic, her eyes staring down at Sam's lifeless body.
"You did good, honey. You did good." Boone told her, she looked up and smiled at him, walking forward as they hugged. Boone kissed the top of her head, caressing her hair.
Abby sighed, taking in his embrace before pulling away, "You better get out of here before they notice. And I need to get back upstairs before they start to question my absence." Boone nodded.
"Be safe, baby. I love you." Boone leant down and kissed her, Abby smiled and kissed him lovingly back, before pulling away, "I love you, too." He gave her one last smile, before placing his mask back on and leaving.
Abby let out a small sigh, looking back at Sam's lifeless body. She frowned slightly, adverting her eyes away before walking back upstairs, knowing she did the right thing.
