"It's eyes, always the eyes that left me haunted after the death" -Kiera Obsidian
Sloane Kingston
Dragging a fat old man's body to a lake is way more difficult than killing and torturing.
Kenneth Johnson weighs more than I expected. These details are usually sorted way ahead of time, but this guy is an obese beast, and rolling him to the water's edge is proving to be a Herculean task. His dead weight is a constant reminder of my miscalculation. I can feel every pound as I struggle to maneuver his bulk through the thick underbrush. The ground is uneven, and every step is a battle against the terrain, the branches snapping underfoot and the leaves rustling with every movement.
At least he lives near the water—there's the bright side. I won't have to worry about dumping his body.
