Ameara smiled with her dark purple lips. "No such thing as snuff films, huh, Mr. Reed?" She flipped off the camera, then nodded at someone behind it.

With a series of ear-splitting pops, holes appeared all over Ameara's naked body, first on her breast, then her stomach, her thigh, blood running down her pale skin. The gunman nailed a shot to her head just as she fell backward, spraying skull and brains all over the dingy basement wall.

The film studies class gaped at the screen. Mr. Reed cleared his throat and marked an A on the grading sheet.