Abigail was kneeling at the door. Using two hair clips to pick the lock open. She had been here for minutes but they passed in seconds as she moved them around in the lock. Eventually she heard the click of the last pin being set as the lock slid open and she quietly opened the door and stepped inside. She wasted no time walking over to the kitchen and selecting the biggest knife she could find. She crept up the stairs until she stood over her, the bitch that had taken senpai from her. She brandished the knife, standing over her sleeping form. She looked at the knife, then at the girl. Was she really about to do this. She reached into her pocket and took out the shirt she had stolen from him. She closed her eyes and took a deep wiff of it. It smelled so much like him. It was like he was there with her. He's be hers, all hers and only hers. She just had to take care of the bitch first. She put the shirt back in her pocket and slammed the knife deep into her throat. The bitch shot up, gasping as blood poured out of her neck. Abigail laughed, feeling the rush of excitement she got from hurting the girl who had hurt her for so long. She swung the knife into her again and again, carving gashes across her body. She stabbed her again and again and again. She wasn't moving anymore but she didn't care, she stabbed and carved at the bitches body over and over again. Feeling a rush of adrenaline each and every time. She stopped to catch her breath, the body on the floor barely even resembled the bitch that had been laying there a minute ago. He work was done, with a sigh of relief she made her way out of the house, one step closer to the man of her dreams.
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Goretober 2022
HorrorThird year in a row and I still can't draw so you know what that means, more bitesized, gruesome scenes based on goretober prompts, fingers crossed I can finish it a second year in a row
