Horror Shorts Collabs

Blackmail and Betrayal

Her hair. That beautiful, blonde hair. The woman I saw down the street is who I needed. I needed her hair. It would be a great addition to my collection.

I made sure to plaster a friendly grin on my face as I drove up to her sitting on a nearby bench. "Excuse me," I called out, "do you know how to get to this address?" I said, gesturing to the paper I was holding.

She glanced up from her phone and nodded, walking over to my rolled down window with a smile. I almost couldn't take it, I wanted to take her then and there. But I couldn't, that's not how things work.

"You just go past Wilkinson drive, and then turn right," she said with a smile. I faked a laugh. "Oh honey, I'm sorry. I'm new in town and I don't know where Wilkinson drive is. Could you direct me where to go while I drive?" I asked, patting the passenger seat.

"Sure!" She replied enthusiastically. "My name is Sarah by the way." This was going to be great.

She told me where to go, but that's not where we were heading. As we rode past Wilkinson drive, her smile slowly faded.

"You were supposed to turn right back there," she said with a worried tone.

"I know. We're not going there and we never were. I'm going to take you to my special place and I'm going to kill you," I laughed.

She tried to get out of the car, but I locked the doors. Grabbing my signature serum from the cup holder, I jabbed it into her arm. After a few seconds, she was out cold.

She was under my control now.
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I pulled the van into the front of the abandoned building my accomplice and I used as our murder house. It was secluded and off the map, so it was perfect.

Keiffer, code name Viper, came running out from the doors.

"Did you get another one?" He asked, concerned. He didn't like it when I brought new girls to the murder house.

I smiled, "Yes, Viper, and I'm going to do whatever I want with her. You won't stop me like last time when you wanted to kill her fast and easily so 'she wouldn't suffer,'"

I got out of the van and carried the still unconscious Sarah to the makeshift operating room. I couldn't do anything to her while she was sleeping, that was no fun. I had to wait until she woke up.

Until then, I marveled at her hair. How could one's hair be so fine?

My wife's hair was like that, until she died. She had cancer, so her hair fell out. It was such a tragedy, so I decided to make her a wig. I kept my wife's body in the freezer, and the wig was almost done! I could barely hold in my excitement.

When Sarah woke up, she struggled against the restraints - but to no avail. She screamed for help, but I told her it was pointless, we were out in the middle if nowhere. No one could hear her screams except me, and I enjoyed them.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked, beginning to cry.

"Why not?"

I grabbed the electric razor and began to shave off that gorgeous hair.

After that, it was when the real fun began. The surgical instruments I have acquired would serve as my torture devices.

I made small, but deep cuts all over her now naked torso with a scalpel. She cried out in pain, and I savored the sound.

Viper watched from afar, looking like he was going to cry. He didn't approve of the way I did things. He wasn't like me.

I needed an accomplice to help me conceal the bodies, so I found evidence of him buying illegal drugs. He was an important and well-known man, and if anyone discovered he was buying and doing illegal drugs, his whole life would be over. So, he agreed to work for me.