Erased in Silence
The body lies motionless before you, and there’s no undoing what you've done. Panic claws at you, but there’s no time for regret. You have to hide this.
Burning it is tempting—fire consumes everything. But it’s risky; the flames could draw attention. Burial? That needs time, tools, a perfect spot, and you don’t have any of those.
You need something thorough. Dissolution. Acid. It’s dangerous and slow, but it could leave no trace.
You grab the garbage bags and cleaning supplies. There’s no room for hesitation. You have to make this body disappear, and quickly.
The adrenaline surges as you work quickly, scrubbing the bloodstains from the floor and stuffing evidence into garbage bags.
You’re hyper-aware of every sound—the hum of the fridge, the distant barking of a dog, even the faint thump of your own pulse. Each second feels like a countdown.
You know you can’t stay here for long. The longer you linger, the higher the chance someone could notice something off—a passerby, a neighbor. You need to move the body first. You wrap it in a tarp, your hands shaking as you tape it tightly. It’s heavier than you expected, and dragging it across the floor feels like moving a dead weight of guilt itself.
The car is parked out back, far enough from prying eyes. You pop the trunk and heave the body inside, trying not to look too closely at the face—its lifeless eyes staring back at you.
Slamming the trunk shut, you glance around. The night is quiet. Too quiet.
You hit the road, your mind racing as you head toward the outskirts of town, finding somewhere to get rid of the body.
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