Title:           Treehugger
Author:          UnreliableAnon
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First Edit:      Friday 1st of January 2016 06:23:30 AM CDT
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>>25933378
 
I have no idea what this thread is about.
 
[spoiler]Edge warning.[/spoiler]
 
>Holding your no-good moocher of a roommate's head under the water, you struggle to avoid a smack to the face from her flailing limbs as she attempts to gain a grip on the side of the bath with which to pull herself out.
"Just die, damn it!"
>You'd thought about doing this many times, but finally you'd worked up the courage to actually go through with it.
>Her having used pages from your tax return as makeshift rolling paper for what must have been her fifth joint of the day was the straw that had broken the camel's back.
>You'd had enough of her and her seemingly terminal inability or unwillingness to pay her half of the rent.
>Patiently you'd waited until she'd let her guard down, her nightly bath being the perfect time to strike.
"Stop fighting and just let it happen!"
>A strike from her elbow to your left temple momentarily stuns you, and she takes the opportunity to lift her head above the water and snatch a quick gasp of air before you once again grab her by the shoulders and force her back down.
"Drown you fucking bitch!"
>Desperately, she claws at your face with her nails, leaving angry red marks down your cheeks and across your forehead.
>Finding her mark, she jams her thumb into your eye and once more makes a break for the surface as you lose your grip on her, grunting in anger and pain as your eye becomes bloodshot.
>"Anon, stop please!"
>Ignoring her pleading, you let out a roar of rage and punch her across the face, causing her nose to let out a sickening crack and begin streaming with blood.
>"Stop!" She begs, clutching at her heavily bleeding face as the bathwater turns red. "I'll do whatever you want!"
>You grab her by the hair and force her head back.
"I want you to die!"
>She's crying now, the terror plain to see as she looks at you with eyes like saucers.
>"Please... Don't!"
>You pout mockingly.
"P-Please don't, I'm just a dirty worthless hippy!"
 
>Imitating her sobs, you yank her head back forcefully, causing her neck to bend uncomfortable and unnatural angle.
>"Anon, d-don't, I'm begging you! You just need to take your meds!"
>You shake your head and laugh.
"That's what the doctor says too, but he's wrong and you're on their side!"
>She kicks a leg out, splashing water over the side of the tub as she tries to gain some leverage.
>Placing a hand on her breasts, you begin to force her back beneath the surface, her own mediocre strength not enough to resist you.
>Perhaps if she'd spent her days exercising or trying to get a job then she wouldn't be such a pathetic weakling.
>"No, No! I don't wanna die!" She babbled. "Anon, please, I can't die like this!"
>You offer a deranged grin.
"Bye bye, Treehugger."
>You push her yet further down, half her head now submerged.
"Don't worry, I'll take real good care of your body once you're gone."
>Her breathing was panicked and erratic as you forced her still further back, her eyes clamping tightly shut as they were flooded with soapy, blood stained water.
>"Help!" She cried. "Somebody please, help me!"
>Damn, getting her entirely beneath the water was proving somewhat difficult this time.
>Her damp body, thrashing about and flooded with adrenalin, was proving remarkably hard to maintain a grip on.
>"Anon please, you're not thinking straight," she insisted, managing to temporarily lift her head above the surface.
>"This isn't you!" She screamed "You're not like this."
>Lies, all lies of course.
>"You need your pills!"
>Ha, not likely!
>You'd never take another Prolixin or Anatensol for as long as you lived.
>That's what 'they' wanted.
"Shut up and drown!"
>She grabbed you by the forearm and tried to force herself free of your grip.
>"Anon... Stop! I'll... I'll suck your dick!"
 
>Yeah right, just how stupid did she think you were?
"Lying slut, you think I'm dumb enough to let you bite my dick off and make a break for it?"
>Her previously ineffectual pawing and clawing at your arm was getting annoying now, her nails beginning to dig into your skin.
"I'm not lying!" She insisted hysterically. "Please don't do this... I'll do whatever you say!"
>You pause for a second, looking down at her naked body.
>For a smelly, good for nothing hippy, she was surprisingly easy on the eyes once you stripped her of her filthy tie-dye rags.
>Plus... it had been a while.
>Not many girls wanted to have anything to do with the guy that everyone knew had a history of mental health problems and spent time involuntarily sanctioned in a psychiatric facility.
"Oh, I see what your game is. You're going to play nice with me and wait until I'm asleep before killing me in my own bed, aren't you? Nice try!"
>You continue your assault with renewed vigour, having seen right through her scheme.
>Without those damnable pills clouding your judgement and dulling your mind, you could finally think clearly again.
>"No, I swear I won't!" She exclaims, hopelessly trying to grasp at even the faintest hope of convincing you to spare her.
>"I'll suck it, I will!" She blubbers. "I promise I'll be good!"
>You growl in irritation, her insistence on trying to fool you insulting and mocking your intelligence.
"Liar!"
>Curse it, she's making too much noise.
>People will hear.
>It's becoming harder and harder for her to maintain her grip in the sides of the bath with each passing second, her blood turning the acrylic surface slick to the touch.
>"I'm not... I'm not... Please!" She begs yet again between panicked breaths, her shaky voice attesting to her exhaustion. "I'll let you fuck me... A-Anything you want!"
 
>Anything you wanted?
>You could do whatever you desired to her.
>First though you'd have to tie her up, gag her, restrain her.
>You could keep her in the basement maybe?
>Bring her food and water every day.
>Not too much though, just enough to keep her alive.
>She wouldn't be able to offer any resistance if she was weak from hunger.
>Then of course you'd have to clean up after her, keep her hygienic.
>The garden hose or else a bucket and sponge bath would have to suffice for that.
>You weren't cruel though, you'd bring down the mattress from her room for her to sleep on.
>No, wait!
>Not her mattress.
>She could have hidden a knife in it or a phone to call for help or something.
>You chuckle, amused by her audacity.
>It was so easy to see through the foolish ploys of these idiots when you weren't dragged to their level by those damnable pills.
>You'd have to buy a new mattress for her to sleep on.
>Of course, you could make her do without and sleep on the concrete floor, but sores and scrapes are unattractive and you wanted to enjoy your time with her.
>Time...
>How long before she was missed?
>She didn't have a job, part of the reason you hated her, but she did have a couple of friends.
>That one with the pale pink hair was especially close with her and bound to come looking.
>You could say that Treehugger was visiting her parents perhaps, but that would buy you a few weeks at most.
>After that... well, then you were back to square one, where you are now.
>You'd have to dispose of her eventually, after you'd had your fun.
>Couldn't risk her telling the police or else they'd put you back in the hospital with a straitjacket and force you to take more pills.
>Force you to become stupid and foggy-brained again, just like before.
 
>When it came time to rid yourself of her, you'd have a proper plan.
>Not like this time.
>This time you'd just jumped on the opportunity to get rid of her without really thinking about what to do with the body.
>Given a few months to prepare, you could make it so there was no chance of you ever being found out.
>You could buy chemicals, dissolve the body.
>Hey, you could even send yourself a text from her phone saying that she wasn't coming back and decided to move to another city or out into the country to be close to nature.
>It could work, if you were smart about it.
>Not once false step, you couldn't afford a mistake.
>Having made up your mind, you snap out of your daydreaming and turn your mind back to the present.
>There lies Treehugger, still desperately fighting against your grasp, still trying to keep her head above water.
>Seeing your gazed fixed on her, no longer filled with malice, she speaks tentatively.
>"A-Anon? Please, I know you... you don't want to do t-"
>You cut her off with a swift punch to the side of the head, knocking her out cold.
>Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you reach underneath her and lift her out of the bathtub.
>She's lighter than you expected, but then she rarely ate much as you recall.
>Ugh, the thought of her vegan diet made your stomach turn.
>Carrying her out of the room, her body dripping water across the tiled floor, the real work could now begin.
>First you needed to get her down to the basement, then find something to restrain and gag her.
>You had a handful of heavy duty zip ties lying around somewhere.
>They'd do for a start.