Willy Wonka And The Chocolate Factory But it's a Horror Book

Chapter Three 🍭 Second Finder and Caramels

A/N this is just a quick chapter with rushed writing so sorry if it's really shitty
TW CHILD TORTURE

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"Veruca, what would you like to say to the people?"

"I found it! I found the golden ticket! I found it and it's all mine! I get to see Willy wonka!"

"Ah yes, my little princess Veruca found the golden ticket, didn't you darling?"

Charlie watched as the little spoilt wealthy girl waved around the golden ticket. She looked like some sort of princess, wearing fur clothing and designer necklaces. As Charlie stared, he could feel Joe staring at him from behind.

I must find that ticket, he thought, for the family.

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The little girl thrashed and muffled into the duck tape. Her back scraped on the dark alley's brick walls covered in aged chewing gum, rubbing graffitied names and art. Charlie tried to keep her legs still, but it was rather hard considering she was kicking him right in the face.

"Shhh..." He hushed her and she, in what he would assume is fear, obliged. "This will be quick if you stop kicking..."

He smiled a friendly smile. Too friendly for someone who had murder on their mind. Then, with a quick stab, the knife went through her leg. She muffled loudly and Charlie grasped her throat as a sort of warning. He hushed her again with that friendly smile, her blood smothering every part of his face and hands. "I just need you to fit in my bag is all."

He grasped and flexed his fingers on the handle of he knife before bringing it up and down again. The sounds of flesh being cut and muscles being torn apart covered the sounds of the little girls muffled screams and pleads. He stabbed her once more until her leg came clean off.

He wiped tears off the little girls face. "It will be okay, it's alright..."

The little girl shook her head and attempted to scream for help until her other leg had a knife sticking out of it. He, too, cut off that one.

The girl tried to get her hands out of the knots so she could tear the tape off her mouth. She needed to scream for help. Someone had to save her from this... Boy. No. This monster. But before she could even try she watched the young blonde boy bring the knife high up, the right back down... Right into her esophogus.

Charlie took in a deep breath. He still felt... Empty... Like yesterday...

Oh well, he thought, at least I still have my caramels. He grabbed the little girls caramels off the ground and began munching away, drowning the sweet sticky taste swirling around in his mouth.

The girl was still looking at him. As her vision started going blank, all she could see what the blood covered boy chewing on her caramels. Was that really all she died for? Her caramels? When the boy noticed her blank stare, he turned to face her and quietly he opened his mouth full of munched up treats. "Bye bye," he muttered. She gasped for one last weak breath, but with a swift movement he tore the knife from her throat.

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Charlie stared at the glowing neon lights that spelt out 'WONKA'. He licked the few lasts spots of blood on his face and hands. He liked to make sure he was properly cleaned before anyone could see him. Obviously. Who wants to get caught for murder? Wind whistled passed and the breeze began to envelope him in a cold embrace. For the few past days, he couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Wonka. All his famous delicacies. Especially his chocolate and golden ticket. He lusted for that golden ticket, and he would kill whoever would find it next. That is, if they were in the same area as him. First was Germany, now Russia. Maybe there wasn't even a golden ticket in England...