MeganMiG:PlasticBag
From Create Your Own Story
Just as she turns and opens the oven door, you grab the bag. Thrusting it downwards to open it, you place it over Vanessa's head and pull the handles together, tightening your grip on them. Her hands instinctively fly up to try to pull the bag from her head, but she instead throws the cake mix all over herself and scrapes uselessly at the bag with her oven mitted hands. Silly Vanessa, you don't need those if you're putting a pan in the oven.
You suddenly feel slightly more angry. You grasp the handles of the bag and tie them together as tightly as possible. Vanessa continues scratching at the bag as you step back for a second and admire the sight in front of you. The sound of her trying to breathe and scream through the bag is disturbing to say the least. You shrug it off and bring a fist into Vanessa's bagged face as hard as you can. She stumbles back and hits her head on the half open oven door, falling forwards. You move your knee upwards to meet her head as she comes down, and she collapses to a seated position under the oven door. She still fights at the bag, but with less vigor now. You can tell she's running out of oxygen. That, combined with the beating, should mean that she's dizzy and close to blacking out. Surprisingly, you don't feel satisfied.
You grab her foot and pull her out from under the overhanging oven, moving her onto her side. She weakly raises a hand in front of her, as if asking for you to stop and spare her. This for some reason amuses you, and you burst into laughter as you kick her in the stomach repeatedly. Inside the bag, you can hear her coughing up blood - now visible on the interior of the bag. You step back and give her one last swift, strong kick to the face and she goes limp. Leaning down, you check her pulse. It's thready at best, but is still there. Not good enough. A few more stomps and kicks to her head increase the amount of blood in the bag and finally cause her pulse to completely cease.
You look around, hoping nobody was able to see what you did. Of course, nobody did, but you still feel like you were being watched. The kitchen seems eerily silent now, save for the sound of "The Kill" as it ends. You take a deep breath, and recover your senses. Now you know what you have to do. The plan is halfway complete, nothing can stop you now. You've killed Vanessa, now you're all that's left. The last loose end.
