Shannon
The next morning, I went hard to work. I didn't even wait for Shannon to wake up. I sprinted up to her room and used the last of my chloroform to make her stay asleep while I dragged her body down to the basement.
As I strapped her into her fate, I also set up Billy. My doll on a tricycle. What represents me. I set him up so I could push him and he would roll around the corner when she woke up. I made a quick voice recording, and tied it to Billy's chest.
An hour went by before Shannon started to come to. I gave the tricycle a push, and Billy started rolling towards her. She had a confused, helpless look on her face.
"Hi Shannon, I want to play a game. But in this game, unlike others, you have no choices. Theres only one outcome, and this is it:
When our parents were in high school, mine were brutally abused and tortured bu yours. My parents are cowards, as some may call, so you parents never got in trouble because mine never told anyone. Well this is where all that changes. Your parents may not get into trouble, but they will lose something they will never be able to get back, and that is your innocence. You are going to feel as scared and helpless as my parents did when they showed no mercy. And your parents are going to feel the fear of a lifetime, that of the possible fatalities of their beloved daughter. Your parents decided it was funny to hit my now mother with a boat paddle. How can you imagine that felt? Well, you'll know soon enough. It blew her eardrum, and she still to this day can't hear from that side. Good luck."
I walked around the corner as the speaking stopped.
Shannon stared into my eyes, a look of pure anger and disgust in her eyes.
"You're really so sick as to take revenge on the innocent children this many years later? It's disgusting, inhumane, and doesn't count as revenge."
I ran over to her, my face inches from her.
"They will feel the pain and fear my parents felt all those years. Nothing you could say to me can save you or them from this pain you're about to feel."
Just then, Shannon spit onto my face. I slapped her, and walked away.
Shannon sat there, helplessly crying. I grabbed a boat paddle, and looked at her.
"This is what they used, to hit my mother. Who had never done anything to them. Did they ever tell you any of that? Probably not, because they know they're terrible people. I just want them to feel what my parents felt all those years ago, even if that a through you."
I would up, and struck her in the side of the head with the paddle. Tears streamed down her face, but that was all. Again, I would up and struck her again, same spot, but with more force. This time, blood began to drip out of her ear, and onto her shoulder. I knew that I had done the deed. Her eardrum was Burt, I had gotten my point across.
I untied her and bound her hands behind her back. I began leading her towards the shed, with her kicking at me and screaming.I tried to shush her, but that just made her scream louder.
I quickly swung the shed door open and pushed her inside, slamming it behind her. The food was still untouched, but I knew they'd get hungry enough and eat eventually.
I walked back towards the house and up to my bed for the evening.
That's all for today, I'll be back tomorrow with my last, and final blog.
As I strapped her into her fate, I also set up Billy. My doll on a tricycle. What represents me. I set him up so I could push him and he would roll around the corner when she woke up. I made a quick voice recording, and tied it to Billy's chest.
An hour went by before Shannon started to come to. I gave the tricycle a push, and Billy started rolling towards her. She had a confused, helpless look on her face.
"Hi Shannon, I want to play a game. But in this game, unlike others, you have no choices. Theres only one outcome, and this is it:
When our parents were in high school, mine were brutally abused and tortured bu yours. My parents are cowards, as some may call, so you parents never got in trouble because mine never told anyone. Well this is where all that changes. Your parents may not get into trouble, but they will lose something they will never be able to get back, and that is your innocence. You are going to feel as scared and helpless as my parents did when they showed no mercy. And your parents are going to feel the fear of a lifetime, that of the possible fatalities of their beloved daughter. Your parents decided it was funny to hit my now mother with a boat paddle. How can you imagine that felt? Well, you'll know soon enough. It blew her eardrum, and she still to this day can't hear from that side. Good luck."
I walked around the corner as the speaking stopped.
Shannon stared into my eyes, a look of pure anger and disgust in her eyes.
"You're really so sick as to take revenge on the innocent children this many years later? It's disgusting, inhumane, and doesn't count as revenge."
I ran over to her, my face inches from her.
"They will feel the pain and fear my parents felt all those years. Nothing you could say to me can save you or them from this pain you're about to feel."
Just then, Shannon spit onto my face. I slapped her, and walked away.
Shannon sat there, helplessly crying. I grabbed a boat paddle, and looked at her.
"This is what they used, to hit my mother. Who had never done anything to them. Did they ever tell you any of that? Probably not, because they know they're terrible people. I just want them to feel what my parents felt all those years ago, even if that a through you."
I would up, and struck her in the side of the head with the paddle. Tears streamed down her face, but that was all. Again, I would up and struck her again, same spot, but with more force. This time, blood began to drip out of her ear, and onto her shoulder. I knew that I had done the deed. Her eardrum was Burt, I had gotten my point across.
I untied her and bound her hands behind her back. I began leading her towards the shed, with her kicking at me and screaming.I tried to shush her, but that just made her scream louder.
I quickly swung the shed door open and pushed her inside, slamming it behind her. The food was still untouched, but I knew they'd get hungry enough and eat eventually.
I walked back towards the house and up to my bed for the evening.
That's all for today, I'll be back tomorrow with my last, and final blog.