Tap the needle again.
Corey does as told tapping the needle seeing the fluid squirt out a little.
Now shove it right in that vein. It's popping out. That's disgusting.
Corey looks at her boyfriend. Chris. Chris was tied up in a warehouse being tortured for calling her a freak at school.
Chris is trying to scream through the Muzzler making him sweat from his struggles and grunts.
Corey looks at Chris with a cold, deadly, heartless, glare.
"Goodbye." She mutters stabbing the syringe in to the main vein of blood that rushed to his head.
Good girl!
We are so proud of you!
The "voices" praise the finishing touches on Chris' lifeless body.
You forgot one thing....
Corey grabs a scooper, she scoops out Chris' chocolate brown eyes letting them roll in two different directions.
Perfect.
Corey walks out of the abandoned warehouse into the crisp early morning fall air. She takes a deep breath before walking all the way home just in time for the cops to show up and ask her questions.
"What lie do you have in mind?" Corey asks the "voices."
I have the perfect one. Say-
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
Corey snaps up breathing down heavily her heart going hundreds of miles per hour.
Please your still dreaming about him? He had it coming. He deserved it just like everyone else.
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