He opened the action of the double barrel shotgun, and inserted two slug shells. He snapped it shut, and turned to the girl handcuffed to the wall. She was wiry, with tanned skin, and a short boyish haircut. Her perky breasts tented the dirty rag covering her torso. She looked up at him, two bright blue eyes showing defiance. He slowly lowered the barrel, sliding it in between her ample cleavage. He squeezed both triggers, sending the two slugs tearing through her chest, shredding and liquefying her heart and lungs, before blowing a watermelon sized exit wound out her back. She slumped over, blood pouring from every orifice on her face, her eyes glazed over in death.