The missing posters had started appearing about a week ago. George sipped his tea, eyes glazing over the newspaper, his nose wrinkling in disgust as he saw Angela's annoying face in the missing persons section. Why anyone cared that piece of shit was missing was beyond him. He pushed out of the stool he was seated on and knocked on Clay's bedroom door, wanting to call him out to breakfast. Clay opened the door, hair wild and the outline of one of the many girls he's been bringing over to sleep with lately curled up in his bed. George fought back the disgust threatening to creep over his face when he took in the scene before him. "Breakfast is ready if you want any..." Clay's eyes pierced into him, something unreadable in his expression as always. George turned and left the room, closing the door behind him roughly. He scrolled through his phone, seeing messages from men interested in him from that brief period of time where he thought he might want to go out there and date someone. He was fucking sick and tired of waiting for Clay. "Fuck it" he mumbled, opening one of the messages and agreeing to meet up later that day for dinner.
He put down his phone as Clay stumbled into the kitchen, clearly hungover. "Thanks Gogs" Clay said as he picked up a plate of eggs. George watched the brunette girl leave Clay's room and silently lock the door of the apartment as she left. George nodded absentmindedly "By the way I'm going out later tonight, I have a date, so order something to eat cause I won't be able to make dinner before I go." Clay's head shot up. "You...have a date? With who? What the fuck?" George narrowed his eyes "Met some guy on a dating app, he seems pretty sweet so I'm going out with him tonight" Clay glared at him, something felt different about him. It was like the night he had accidentally walked in on him and Angela. His soft green eyes felt like venom, his gentle lips going stiff in a straight line. George walked up to him, his stride slow and elegant. "Is there a problem? Why do you look so upset?"
Clay's eyes widened, looking down at George. Before long though he regained his composure and a smirk spread across his lips. "I don't know, you tell me." George tilted his head in feigned innocence. Clay brought his lips to George's ear "Just know you'll never amount to more than a fucking slut with the rate you're going at." George's breath hitched as Clay drew back and went back to his food, taking his plate to his room.
Different POV
Her head banged against the back of the chair as she sobbed, her face flushed and covered in tears. 2 weeks she had been tied down here, she was starving, thirsty and exhausted but she was still trying her best to fight back. Her muffled screams echoing through the barely lit room.
Fucking pathetic.
Clay walked up to her, putting out his cigarette out on her thigh, smiling softly at her whimpers. Her blue eyes were wide, desperately searching his green ones, hoping for anything, anything, better than what was happening to her right now. She was delusional, still hoping things would get better. Clay brought up the knife, looking at her hands, 4 broken fingers and one cut off on one hand and 3 fingers left on the other. He was bored of this child's play. He looked at her, sighing at her hideous state. "You were pretty, what the fuck happened Angie darling?" She slammed her body against the chair, screaming only what he could assume were curses at him. He took the tape off of her mouth, her screams immediately piercing the room. He cringed in disgust at her yelling. He slammed his fist into her jaw, immediately making her shut up. "I want to hear you while I do this, it was nice while it lasted Angie"
TW GORE
Her eyes widened "No please no I don't know what I did to deserve this please don't do this." He giggled at her irritating tone, she always did make the loveliest noises, finally knocking her out.
She woke up, hung up upside down, she started screaming immediately in fear. He came into view, a chainsaw in hand. It didn't take her long to realize what was about to happen. She shut her eyes and started doing the only thing she knew she could
She prayed
He started laughing hysterically "Who the fuck are you praying to? Who's going to help you now you dumb bitch?" she ignored him, her hushed prayers only getting more urgent and her tears only flowing faster as he approached her. "I'M YOUR FUCKING GOD NOW ANGELA. I DECIDE WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU." The chainsaw started in his hand, as he brought it between her hung up legs. "Shut the fuck up" he said, beginning to saw her in half.
As her intestines toppled down, the blood gushing out on his face
Her prayers went silent
Her screams went silent
And soon, so did she.
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In your head- DNF
Fanfiction"Let's paint the town red" Murder, sex, chaos, all fun and games until it isn't anymore. What led to this? Mature themes- murder, mental illnesses, gore, blood, suggestive elements Enjoy :)
