#88 Murderer

Sméagol took the ring from Deagol's limp hand. It was now his. All his. He stroked the soft gold and purred. It seemed to call out to him. "My precious." Sméagol would do anything to keep this ring close to him. He just proved that. He looked down at his cousin's dead body whom he killed. And all for what? A piece of jewelry? "You should have given it to us. It is all your fault." He looked back at the ring once more his mind slowly giving into the evil lying in his hand.