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Beckett pov:

I reread Sam's message from last night, immediately feeling my stomach fill with butterflies and anticipation for what he had in store. He hadn't responded to my text, so I sent another this morning. It had been a few hours, but I still hadn't heard from him. He normally texts back quickly, what could be taking him so long to respond? I felt worry begin to gnaw at my insides.

Sam pov:

I felt a buzz in my pocket as I pulled out of the driveway. I saw his name buzz on the screen. I ignored him and I started to drive. Where the fuck did that bitch live again? I sighed, slamming my head on the horn realizing my dumbass forgot the address. After what felt like ages, I found her house. I approached the front porch and knocked. She stood in the doorway, shocked. I pushed past her, letting myself in. "What the FUCK are YO-" I forcefully shoved my hand over her mouth, ramming her against the wall, and grabbing at the top of her throat, as to not cut off oxygen. I tightened my grip, watching the consciousness fade from her eyes. Her head went limp in my hand as she fell forward against my outstretched arm and her knees buckled. I let go of her and watched her crumble to the floor. I grabbed onto her ankles and wrists, struggling to move her out the front door. I quietly closed the door behind me and continued pulling her to my car. I set her down softly, ensuring she'd be in good shape for Beckett's little surprise. I opened the trunk and lifted her from her torso into its shade. After struggling for a minute, I stretched a bit and shut the trunk. As I slid into the driver's seat, I let out a deep sigh. Step one was done.

Beckett pov:

I sat on my bed as I waited for Sam to respond. I felt my breath hitch as I felt a buzz only to see it was from my mom asking if I got my acne cream she had bought earlier in the day. I sighed feeling a wave of hopelessness come over me. Was I really that ugly that he didn't even want me anymore?

Sam pov:

"Be over soon, I want to see you..." I sent the text and smirked. Purser was going to love this.

Beckett pov:

I drove as fast as I could. As soon as I pulled in the driveway, I slammed the door and ran up to his front door. I debated knocking, but instead flung the door open and called to him. I was met with his hand on my throat and his lips crashing into mine roughly.

Sam pov:

"Mmm Purser." I pulled away from the kiss. He grabbed at my back and pulled me in again. As I tightened my grip around his throat he let out a moan. "You like that Purser?" I smirked as he kissed me hungrily. I grabbed his throat harder and harder until he was gasping and clawing at my hand. As I watched his eyes flutter shut, I whispered a few words of assurance. "Don't worry Purser, it'll be okay."

Beckett pov:

"Sam?" I groaned, opening my eyes to a dimly lit room. I saw Sam standing in front of me looking concerned. "Thank god you're okay, I thought I killed you," he chuckled as he kissed my lips. I touched at my neck and felt it ache, "Sam where are we?" He shot me that smile that made me weak in the knees, I felt my cheeks go warm. Then I heard a little noise, almost like a mouse and I jumped only to realize I was tied up. "Sam why am I tied up?" I started to move around, only to be held in the same spot. Sam watched me struggle and shot me the same smile but this time instead of feeling flustered I felt dread start to pile up inside me.

Sam pov:

I walked up to Purser and grabbed his face. I looked into his eyes and smiled, dropping his face roughly and grabbing the back of his chair. I turned it harshly and the clacking on the wooden legs echoed throughout the room. His eyes grew large as he saw a mess of hair covering that bitch's face. She was in a lump on the floor, her limbs tied to a heavy dresser. I held a firm eye contact with Purser as I walked over to her stirring body. "Looks like the slut is finally waking up!" I smiled sweetly at Purser's loss for words. I saw fear flash across his face as I bent down to grab her hair. I pulled it upwards to make her sit upwards and heard her whimper. "Sam stop!" Oh look, Purser could talk again! I reached into my pocket and pulled out a gleaming blade. Purser's screams echoed through the room as Brinlie stirred and groaned. "What? Is something wrong baby? You look scared." I chuckled to myself as Purser grew silent in anticipation. "Purser, I'm helping you. I'm helping us! She was only trying to play with you, she was going to hurt you. I only want what's best for you, I love you Beckett." "I-Sam I don't understand-" His breath hitched and I heard him gasp as I put the knife up to her throat. I softly dragged it across her skin, watching the blood drip down her pale skin from the shallow cut. The dark crimson spilled further as Purser's screams continued. "SHUT THE FUCK UP WOULD YOU?! DO YOU REALLY THINK I WOULD KILL SOMEONE JUST TO GIVE YOU A LESSON?!!!" I dropped the knife and my face softened as I walked away from her and over to Purser. I quickly untied him and gave him a warm embrace, to which he hugged back. I pulled away and looked him in the eyes as tears poured down his face. His eyes were red and puffy, I almost felt bad. "I love you Purser. I would never do that to someone you care about. It was just a little prank we pulled to get back to you. She was upset with you and we agreed it could be some y'know...fun." I shot him a smile and he walked over to her. "Brinlie?" She looked still weary. Thank god those drugs hadn't worn off yet, I knew just knocking her out wouldn't be sufficient. He crouched down to her, I did the same. I handed him the blade. "See Purser? Even the blade was fake." As he held the blade out in front of him to study it, I stood up. I put my foot on his back and shoved him forward. Blood pooled onto the cool word floor, leaving a dark puddle around his body over hers. Purser rolled himself off of her, letting out a deep, guttural sob. His sobs grew heavier and he was gasping for air. The knife handle stuck out from her gut and the ironic smell of blood filled the room. "PURSER WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!" I watched his face melt in horror. "I-I," He broke down in another sobbing fit. "I didn't mean to-" His face fell and his chest heaved. "YOU FUCKING KILLED HER!" His breathing grew quicker and shallower with every moment.

Beckett pov:

Red liquid dribbled out of her as she screamed and moaned in pain. Her face full of agony as she took her last shallow breath. Sam rushed over to her, "S-Sam I didn't mean to I t-tripped" I felt tears run down my face. The blood covered the floor and went on my shoes. My head spun as I tried to think of what I had done. "BECKETT YOU KILLED HER WHAT THE FUCK!" Sam's voice yelled from across the room but all I could see was red. I killed her. I fucking killed her. "S-sam, I didn't mean to you have to be-believe me I-I.." I felt my breath stop as I saw Sams disgusted look. "S-sam say something" I said through sobs. "P-purser breath" Sam said hugging me as my tears wet his shoulder. "W-what are we going to do?" I asked, my voice muffled by his sweatshirt. "I-I don't know, we will figure this out. I love you Purser nothing's ever going to happen to you" He stammered out. We both stood there silent in the dark room in a tight embrace. Sam kissed my lips with a softness ensuring me everything was going to be okay. He pulled away caressing my lips only for my tongue to taste the irony flavor of blood, a bitter sweetness to it. Fuck was I getting turned on by this? Sam's hand slithered around my body making it to my belt only to be met by my hard cock. "Fuck Purser do you know what youre doing to me?" Sam groaned into my ears as he began to move his hand up and down my member making me whimper, "F-fuck sam" He grinned as he pushed me onto the floor. "Purser I didn't know you got turned on by blood" he teased kissing my neck. My mind was at a loss but my body wanted nothing more than for him to keep going. He began to remove his pants as I did the same forgetting completely about my best friend's dead body a couple feet away from me. He moved his lips down my body leaving marks that were definitely going to bruise. I shuttered, "S-sam oh my god, hurry up" Before I could even do anything I felt a cold wet sensation in my hole making me flitch. I felt my heart stop as I realized what it was. Brinlie's blood.