Put “Murderer!” In my ask box and a I’ll generate a number to write a drabble about my character killing yours.
8. My muse slowly submerges yours in a deep fryer from the feet up.
Vincent liked to be creative when it came to get rid of people, and this could be his most brilliant idea ever. It's been a while now since he had received that giant cooking pot he had specially ordered, and it felt nice to be able to finally use it for something that wasn't to just heat water to toss it over the snow when it fell heavily over the manor's entrance.
Of course, the bigger his plan was, the harder it was to do it; but he wouldn't allow something like that to stop him from actually having the fun he deserved. The hoist served its job right, but lifting that dead weight left him panting. The heat coming not only from the fire under the pot but from the pot itself was something horrible to deal with -thank goodness he wasn't the one about to take a dip on the oil burning there.
"Do you know how I like my snakes?"
He was talking to himself, unfortunately, as the servant was still unconscious, hanging there from his wrists. Perhaps he have gone too far with that hit in his head. Not having anyone to listen to his witty joke was somehow disheartening. Well, there will be plenty of opportunities ahead.
Releasing the rope little by little, he watched the younger male go down until his feet were submerged on that liquid hell -which made him wake up almost immediately.
"Hey! Do you know how I like my snakes?"
By now Snake had half of his body frying and by the way he was screaming and screeching, struggling to release himself, that wasn't a nice experience for him. Not that it would for anyone, but to hell with that.
And after saying that, he released the rope and Snake was long gone.