MeganMiQ: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.
The sound of her trying to breathe and scream through the bag is disturbing to say the least. After about twenty seconds of the bag being on her head, her movements become less quick, less anxious, more... calm? Another ten seconds and her knees go weak, causing her to collapse against you. Finally, after a minute, she's limp and unresponsive. You don't know how to feel. She invited you in so nicely, trusted you with every fiber of her being, and now... but you did what you had to.
You tie the handles of the bag together and draw them into a nice knot. 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.
