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Wrong one, Try Yellow

⚠️TW⚠️: DEATH

Nikis POV
It was about 12 am when I was walking down the path, a scared expression clouded my face, I was with Clay and George because I told them I was too afraid to spend the night alone and Wilbur- who was supposed to be my cabin mate- bailed.

I brought them into my cabin and then turned off the lights.

"Niki?" George asked

"Oh yes George?"

"Why did you turn the lights off?" George said

"Oh, don't worry, my power is bad here so I'm just persevering it" I said cheerfully

He sighed, I grabbed a mask and the rags I had soaked in neothyl, carefully walking up to them to seem harmless.

But when I got to George I slowly brought the rag to his face, he somehow didn't catch on fast enough and fell asleep in my arms, but I let him drop to the floor.

"Um, Niki, what the fuck was that?" Clay asked with urgency

"Oh, I just knocked something heavy over, don't worry about it"

I came up to Clay and did the same to him, he put up a bit more of a fight but I took self defense for years, I could handle it.

I dragged them down into the basement, the ceiling was just tall enough for me to stand without bumping my head, I tied them to chairs facing each other, put on tape to muffle any noises they might make and waited.

After a little bit they started to wake up, and as soon as they opened their eyes, you could just see the panic held there.

George started crying, how sensitive, I just rolled my eyes at him, there were lights on in the basement, so they could see everything.

They could see the knives, the alcohol, the hydrogen peroxide and such for cleaning up, the lighter and other fun things.

George looked at me with pleading eyes and Clay looked at George terrified, he cared way to much about him.

"So, where should we start" I said walking over to the table where I kept my stuff.

George was staring at the ground crying but Clay was looking at me with disbelief.

I grabbed a knife and a bottle of hand sanitizer, I walked up to George, pouring some of the liquid onto my gloved hands and rubbed it on his arm, smiling at him.

He looked petrified, that's what I was going for.

I grabbed the knife and lightly ran it across the area I sanitized, breaking the skin but not going to deep, he screamed through the tape.

There was a little bit of blood beading here and there but mostly just bits of plasma, wetting his fresh cut.

I took some more hand sanitizer on my gloves and carefully rubbed it in, I could tell it definitely stung.

He winced, Clay looked at me as if I were a monster, but forced his gaze away, awe he couldn't see his little baby get hurt, how cute.

I continued the process, light slash, sting, light slash sting, until almost every inch of his bare arms were covered in the little cuts.

I made sure to be carful of the nerves and such, I didn't want to kill him just yet.

I couldn't tell who was in more pain if I'm being honest, I couldn't imagine watching my lover be tortured, well I didn't have to...but Clay had to experience it, which for some reason made me smile manically.

"Does this hurt" I said poking one of the cuts

He just nodded and kept pleading with his eyes, I wasn't going to listen.

I grabbed a small bucket of baseballs and started throwing them at him, I didn't hit him in the face but at more critical points, his stomach, his injured arms, ect.

Once I've had my fun with that I decided to just get the hard part over with.

"Hey Georgie, I'm going to give you two pills" I said rummaging through my bag

"The green one is poisonous, and the yellow one is a pain reliever....chose wisely" I said offering him the pills

"I'm gonna take off the tape so you can swallow one, ok, if you make a noise, I'll hit you, or cut you, I haven't decided yet" I said reaching for the tape, pulling it off

He rubbed his mouth in pain and examined the pills closely, he then gently took one out of my hands, bingo

"Go on, swallow it dry" I said firmly

Clay was behind me, freaking out, he knew George picked the wrong one.

He swallowed it and I put the tape back on his mouth.

I gave the yellow pill to Clay, ordering him to take it

"Why?" he shakily whispered

"It's not healthy to take unnecessary medication" I said back, putting the tape on his mouth once again.

George went into a full panic, he knew he was going to die in just a matter of minutes, damn, that must be terrible.

After what felt like forever, he was out cold, dead, he had tear stains down his cheek and Clay was sobbing, sucks to suck.

I took off his bloodied shirt and started hauling his body back up the stairs, I brought him to the hole I dug, it was about 8 feet deep, I put him in vertically and started filling the hole up, I put a dead bunny buried above him in the dirt incase some of those stupid dogs found the hole.

Walking back to the cabin I used hydrogen peroxide to clean the knives and the chair, I shoved all of the things I used to hurt him in a garbage bag and put it in my back pack, I untied clay and brought him to my car, shoving him in the  car and I started driving, all of my stuff was already in the trunk.

I had switched my gloves so I wouldn't leave any blood on my car and after a lot of driving we got far enough away to throw everything away, I ended up burning his clothes later though.

Clay had the tape off of his mouth but didn't say anything, he seemed to be in shock, traumatized, scared and heartbroken.

He didn't try anything either.

"If you tell anyone you're next, just so you know" I said with a bitter sweet voice.

He just nodded and looked down, I ended up dropping him off at the campsite and driving off, I just told the group I didn't feel very well, and I made my way home, I felt extremely accomplished.

A/N
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