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Dust-Off

I quickly bound him to the chair before he woke up. Now you’ll pay you bastard I thought. I quickly looked around for something that could slowly kill him. Then I found it. Dust-Off. Canned air, but it could freeze him if I spray it long enough. Slow death just like I wanted.
He started to gain consciousness. I quickly grabbed two cans and walked back to where he was tied up. I grinned when he struggled against the rope. Then he glared at me, and I smiled amusingly back. The look in his eyes were fear, and hate. Wonderful.
“Now you’ll suffer just like you made me,” I hissed. Then I started to spray. He immediately had goose bumps. His eyes were filled with terror. He knew what I was doing. I was going to freeze him. He tried to scream for help, but the gag stopped him. I knew he’d make noise, so I made sure he couldn’t.
After a while, he was covered in frost. He was shivering so much that the chair was vibrating. It was great. Not too long later, he was frozen, and dead.
I laughed my witch-like laugh.

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