All the campers were gone. Out of sight. No one to hear the screams of the somewhat, innocent.

Gloriosa had carelessly dragged Filthy Rich’s body through the dirt of the forest path, all the way to her den.
As usual, Gloriosa tied up the still alive body of her newest plaything to the same board as she did with all her other victims. Though, she kept him in the typical straps instead of making her knives dull by putting them through his arms and stabbing them through the hard board, as much as she might enjoy watching him scream like that.

Gloriosa sat in front of her trolley with those same knives that she had used on Sour Sweet, and her past victims. She smiled and hummed the tune of a song happily, as she dragged a whetstone along a random knife out of the bunch.
She giggled as a thought came to her head. The thought of what she was going to do with this new body,.
She squealed and giggled in excitement.

“So exciting! I can’t wait until he awakes!” Gloriosa bounced out of her chair and skipped around happily and continued to hum.

As time went on, only about 20 minutes to be more precise, Gloriosa could hear the sudden sounds of the body shifting on the hard, cold floor.

A groan escaped Filthy Rich’s dry throat as his eyes slowly opened up, showing only a half second of confusion. Immediately his body jumped as he took in his surroundings. The unfamiliar sight and the stench made his mind begin to panic immensely.

“Where the fuck am I?! D-do you have any idea what you’re doing?! Free me this i-instant!” Filthy Rich stuttered in confusion.
When he saw Gloriosa, his brows furrowed and began to move his arms struggling against those buckled straps, but he only succeeded in leaving some marks into his wrists from the rough leather.

“Ah, ah, ahhh~” Gloriosa crept up closer to him and leaned down to put a finger to his lips. A playful expression was frozen on her face. But Mr. Rich saw that there was no sanity left in her pupils.
“You don’t want to struggle too much in those straps. Trust me now..”

Filthy Rich refused to listen to Gloriosa. His own ignorance made him think that she was going to have to let him go. But did he not know, this was not the case.
“Do you have any idea who I am?! I will take this camp! I will make sure you never walk again, Ms. Daisy!”

“Ah yes.. The threats.. I’m terrified.” Gloriosa snickered to the tied up businessman.Gloriosa laughed. Her sarcasm was only humourous to herself. Filthy Rich only watched in disgust, Gloriosa sneered, but a smirk stayed upon her face as she stared Filthy Rich in the eyes.
“You can't do anything~” She cooed once again, gently booping his nose with a finger.

Filthy Rich continued to struggle against the tight leather as he watched Gloriosa drag her feet around the small room. It was the same walk she had done countless times before, to Sour Sweet and other victims nobody remembered anymore. It was almost like a replay for Gloriosa. But she knew she was going to enjoy this same moment again. It would feel even more pleasing now, knowing it was Mr.Rich on the end of her knives.
Filthy Rich had done much worse to this counsellor than anyone ever has.

She was ready to unleash all of her rage and frustration on this man. He was completely helpless, and just like Sour Sweet, no one could hear them scream.

“When I get out of here, I’m kicking you, and your brother both out of here! This land belongs to me! Do you know who I am Ms. Daisy?! Any clue?!” Filthy Rich exclaimed. Moving furiously up against and away as much as possible from the wooden board he was attached to.

Gloriosa looked him in the eyes for a moment, before bursting out in a demonic laugh.
“Do you honestly think I care?! How has more power right now?.. You? Or, I?”
She tilted her head before bringing an arm in front of her that she had hid behind her back. But now, she was holding a large chef knife in her hand. The blade rested on the side of her cheek.

Filthy Rich gazed at Gloriosa from where he sat, on the cold, hard ground. He gulped hardly as he realized his position. His money nor his economic power could save him right now. “What do you want?...” The tone of his voice changed to a more deeper one and he sounded terrified.

Gloriosa looked down at him with an eyebrow raised. “What do I want?...”
She bent down to look him in the eyes. “I want you DEAD.”
She brought the knife to the bottom of his chin, the serrations pushing against his skin.
“I hate you. I hate you with every inch of my soul and being. I want you gone. GONE I SAY!”

“I-I couldn’t have possibly angered you this much…” Filthy Rich put his head down in thought and muttered. “Th-This is…”

Gloriosa cocked an eyebrow again and tilted her head to the side to look him in the eyes.
“What did you say?!” She exclaimed angrily. Her body was filed with absolute disgust. Seeing that this man thought he had done nothing wrong.

“Do you remember all of those time you threatened to take away my camp?.. Do you remember all those times you forcefully touched me, AND raped me?! Just as a way to get away from debt and a way to shut me up! How is that not wrong?!” She yelled into his face.

“Where’s the problem?... We both got our way in the end…” Filthy Rich looked at her with pure annoyance and confusion.

Gloriosa stood up straight again and looked down at him, her knife gripped tightly in her hand. “You sick bastard,” she muttered, her teeth grinding almost so hard you could hear it. “You think I was able to sleep at night, or sleep at ALL for that matter, knowing I gave myself to you unwillingly?!”

“Y-You won’t do anything. You don’t have the guts.” Filthy Rich looked at Gloriosa, obviously trying to believe what he said with sweat rolling down his face.

Gloriosa sneered and let out a loud laugh. “So funny Mr. Rich, but you’d better count your coins before you say that again.” She snickered before turning around and looking up at the ceiling in silence.

For a few dreadful moments, it was completely quiet.

“I’d love to hear your last words Mr. Rich. Let’s hear what pathetic shit you can come up with.” Gloriosa turned with a big grin on her face.

Filthy Rich was quiet. He only looked at Gloriosa with mixed emotions. He didn’t know what to do. He knew there was no use of crying for help, but this was just unbelievable.

Gloriosa laughed again, “That’s even MORE pathetic than what I thought!”

With that moment gone, she leaned down grabbed him by the chin, looked him in the eyes before saying, “Bye bye…~”
At that moment he knew he was done for, when he felt the knife she had been holding, violently push against his throat.

As much as she could, Gloriosa pushed the knife in until she could see blood, and then some, before holding the end tight and sliding it quickly against his flesh. Causing a huge rip in his throat to be opened, and the airwaves where cut.

Immediately, Filthy Rich lost all contact with air, and could only makes sounds of choking on blood and saliva, as the opening in his throat spewed out blood crazily.
It didn’t take long until his head had dropped, and him and Gloriosa where both covered in blood on their torsos.

“Haha! Yes! Yes! You bastard! Now don’t you get up!!” Gloriosa dropped the knife and used her foot to kick the board up, and it rolled up straight so now the corpse looked at though it was on a table.
Gloriosa took a small lamp stand and and put it on the board beside the corpse.
Then using her knife, she ripped open his top clothing and even broke the skin the process.
But she did not stop there.

She did nothing but stab the knife into the chest of the corpse and cut the chest cavity down to the waist area, right open. So she could now see the inside of the corpse.
Gloriosa put the knife to the side and put a hand inside the chest cavity, reaching under the ribs from around the pelvis to dig through the organs. She managed to slither her hands around the stomach, liver and the right lung.
With a little bit of effort, she was able to put her whole arm in the corpse, just to obtain the still-beating heart.

Gloriosa held it in her hand as a large grin appeared on her face. Holding the hand in her heart for only just a few moments until she brought it over to the trolley she used.
Scrummaging through one of the drawers in her large cabinet, she pulled out a household-sized blender fitted with a makeshift battery pack and brought it over to the trolley.
Gloriosa threw the heart into the blender and shut the lid on, and clicking a few buttons, turned the blender on.
As the blender growled and rolled with the sound of the blades, Gloriosa let out a loud, and demonic laugh, watching the heart turn into a bloody puree.

Once it was done, she sighed and poured out her fleshy smoothie into a jar like the other ones she used to paint with.
Squeezing the lid on tight, she put the jar away with the others in her cabinet amd cleaned up her trolley, tucking away her tools and blender with care.

Then after she was done that, she dragged her feet back over to the corpse.
She scanned it over with a grin and slight chuckles before undoing the straps that were attached to the board, and she picked up the body with her arms and threw it over her shoulder, just like she did with Sour Sweet.

With the thrill being over, she hurried down the hidden trail, the same one she took before, and in the past as always, she brought the corpse of Filthy Rich to the same spot as where she dug the other bodies of her victims in.
She chucked the corpse on the dirt ground and started digging with a shovel that was hidden in the bushes, repeating the same process that each victim ended with.

Once she had dealt with the body, Gloriosa headed back to the camp.
Even though the campers were gone on a hike, she made sure to be sneaky when going back to the lodge.
Changing her clothes and cleaning up her arms and face, then making herself a tea.

She relaxed for a little bit, and then realized something while she sat on the sofa in the lodge.

Filthy Rich’s vehicle was still in the same exact place it had been when he came here.
Gloriosa knew she had to act fast now. The campers would return, and grow suspicious as to why Mr. Rich was nowhere to be found.

Gloriosa bounced off the couch and out the front door, running over to the limo as fast as her legs could carry her.
Luckily, it was unlocked, and even still had the keys in it! Maybe Mr. Rich wasn’t expecting to stay very long?..

It was no concern to Gloriosa as to why he left the keys there. She was only thankful that she could start the vehicle and drive off.

‘I have to ditch it.’ She told herself as she turned the keys and started the motor.
Backing up the limo was the next step, and making sure no one was around.

She slammed on the gas and drove out of the campsite as quickly as she could, and past the ‘Camp Everfree’ sign she went, and was off.

Author's Note

IT. IS. DONE.
FINALLYYYYYYYY