The air was getting crisp, the leaves changing color. Time to say goodbye to the cabin until next summer.
He emptied the refrigerator. Hung up the canoe. Packed away his swimming clothes.
Finally, it was time to pack away his favorite toy. "Sorry," he said to the chained figure trembling against the basement wall, "but you won't last the winter. I'll just have to replace you next year." He unlocked the manacles. The captive was too weak to fight. "Let's go down to the lake."
He knew the lake was deep enough to hide a body. It already held several.
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Whumptober 2024
RandomA hundred-word story (yes, exactly one hundred words) for every day in October. Written for Whumptober: https://whumptober.tumblr.com/