Draining

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A/N: Chapter written by likeoneoftheguys

Ariana's POV

"Dave stop it!" I giggle falsely as I gently hit his back with my fists. "Nope, not until you apologize Ari," he chuckles, beginning to walk away from the museum and into his 1978 Mustang. "Daveeee," I pout and try to get up, only to be locked in the passengers seat.

This is going to be easier than I thought it would be.

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"I love this movie so much," I wipe my eyes with the tip of finger. "It's such a good story, but..." I pause for a drama effect. "What if I lose you like Hazel did with Augutus?" He gasps and pulls me into his lap, keeping me in a straddling position. "Don't say that okay?" I sniffle with a frown.

"Turn that frown upside down," he pecks my lips causing me to grin. "You're so amazing," I lean in closer as our lips brush up against each other, closing the space between us. I grind my hips against his growing bulge and his hands trail down to the hem of my shorts before pulling them down.

He grabs my wrist and starts to pin me down onto the couch. I tsk with a small smirk and push him off. "I wanna try something... different," my smirk grows. "Let's go down to your basement," I wink, knowing he was getting excited because his basement had all the kinkiest shit. From 'toys' to whips...

He's a sick bastard that likes to creep on young ladies. But he doesn't look like he's 56, he looks more like 38. 

I lead him onto the wooden chair and blind fold him, tying him to the chair with chains. "Shhhh..." I laugh slightly as I take my small dagger and trace his collar bone with. "A-Ariana?" He asks and tenses up from the cold silver. "Shhh," I grab a ball gag from the shelve and buckle it around his head.

"Everything's gonna be alright," I kiss his cheek and keep dragging it along his collar bone. "Ariana Grande let me get out now!" He yells and hisses from my dagger, digging into his skin. "Hush... Just loosen up," I smirk against his ear and dig the blade even deeper.

I finally pull it away and smear the blood onto his jeans. "Let's see," I tease and stab his throat, slitting it. His cough and gasps for air fill up the room and I smack his face. "Shut the hell up," I growl and stab his chest repeatedly until I reach the inside.

His body droops and I smirk, pulling away. "Good night," I kiss his forehead and put his bare hands onto the knife that I stole from his kitchen before removing my gloves. I sigh looking at his lifeless body before getting the printed suicide note I made a few weeks back.

To whom reading this,

Please forgive me, for I have sinned. I can't bare to go on anymore. I love you all. Please do remember I'm in a better place. Away from this Hell, this HELL we call Earth. Do not mourn for me, pity me, sympathize for me. I beg of you, do NOT. This is just a temporary goodbye. See you soon.

Sincerely,

Dave Chesterfield.

I think that's a pretty good suicide note that's believable right? Consider how 'high class' he is... 

I rinse myself off and burn the clothes. "Alrighty," I hop into the computer chair and log into his bank account. "Transfer this..." I select all his money and send it to 'Anna Grace'.

We will transfer the money to Anna Grace shortly. Please do understand we transfer only 500 a day.

I click 'okay' and smash the mouse with my fist, breaking the top. Picking up the pieces, I smile in approval before grabbing his keys and driving away.

Next target, Justin Bieber.