The Death of Clerval: Chapter 21

I killed Clerval, Frankenstein's little pal. Since he refuses me my happiness, why should his happy little pal make him happy? So in rage I decided that it was time for Clerval to go. He went the same way that little William went. I grasped his neck as he begged for his life and I laughed. It was hilarious how he went, begging like a common animal. How miserable this will make Frankenstein. I can't wait to see his surprise when his little friend doesn't come home to him. Who will make him smile while in misery now? Murder is sublime to the crooked murderer.