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Second Kill: Charly Jordan

Tags: Snuff, Rape, Non-con, Necro, Shooting, Stabbing


Location: Just outside of Los Angeles
Time: 23:59:55


The Agent walked into the room, and noticed the black duffel bag in his seat. A newscast played on the screen and he nodded at Ana as she acknowledged his presence.

The whole Tik Tok community is in shock after star Dixie D’Amelio was found strangled and raped in her home in Los Angeles. Her friend and fellow Tik Tok influencer Avani was also found deceased in the home. The police are investigating but have no suspects at the moment for this heinous crime. Reports are trickling through that Dixie was raped before her murder. If you have seen something, please say something. Check back in for more news…

Emma turned off the projector and nodded her approval towards the Agent.

“I see that you are good at your job,” She flipped her hair, “As you can also see, you’ve gotten your payment. I see no reason for you to stay here any longer since you’ve got four more women to assassinate.”

The Agent nodded. He grabbed his duffel and left.

“You know you could be nicer to the guy who is literally killing for a living right Emma?” Anya muttered.

“Yeah, let’s try not to get on his bad side. Even if you don’t like him, at least act like you do. Even you could do that Emma,” Margo sneered. A frosty silence fell over the group as Emma and Margot started daggers at each other.

“Okay… this… has been fun, but I gotta go. See ya ladies,” Alexandria shook her head and departed. Anya and Ana looked at each, shrugged and left as well. Emma and Margot stayed put, refusing to stop glaring at each other.

Margot scoffed, “Ya know, Emma, you should stop acting like you control this group. You come off as a right cunt.” She grabbed her purse and stood, “Someone might just try and teach you a lesson.” With that, she left.

Emma’s fist was shaking and she seethed, Dumb Australian bitch. Just wait until these influencers are wiped out. You’re next. She finally got up, turned off the lights, and left.

One week later…
Location: Bali, Indonesia

The Agent blew away the gnats flying around his head. It was hot. Way too hot. He hated jungles. Too many animals and insects that are unpredictable and could affect the job. He had no choice this time. Charly had booked herself a private retreat in Bali and had been here for the past two weeks. The Agent had contacted Ms. Watson regarding a switching of targets as he preferred to keep this operation within a single country. She vehemently disagreed and even gave him a deadline; if Charly Jordan was not dead in eight days, she’d cut his payment in half. Bitch.

Regardless, the Agent wanted his money. He tracked down her flight and private resort location and here he was, camped out in the jungle with his silenced rifle waiting for her to appear. He’d already been watching her for three days; he needed to learn her habits, her routines. Charly clearly had money; her resort was secluded but accessible. She had an infinity pool in her yard, a back patio, and a balcony that led into her bedroom. She slept without curtains and changed without them too, which was an added bonus for the Agent.

He checked his watch: 10:24:23. He knew that she liked to come out and lounge on her balcony around this time. He peered into his scope and checked his sights. He had used the rangefinder when he first arrived and positioned himself 300 feet away from the house and at an elevated position. He dialed in his scope to 100 yards, and waited.

On cue, Charly appeared from her room. She wore a white Nike sports bra and black panties with a sheer lavender robe. The Agent watched as she sat down on her pool chair and relaxed with her phone. He watched her face intently through the scope; if her mouth was moving it meant she was calling someone. Thankfully, she wasn’t.

Charly sighed and cracked her neck, Maybe it’s time I went home. I think I’ve relaxed enough. She sighed and pressed herself deeper into her seat and scanned the beautiful view in front of her. The expanse of greenery calmed her anxiety and she felt her body loosen. She winced as a glint of sunlight hit her eyes and she peered out to where it came from. There was something there, something reflecting off of those trees.

The Agent watched her expression change and her eyes look directly towards him. Shit the sunlight is reflecting off of the rifle… It had to be now. He aimed his crosshairs towards her sternum, right below the cleavage line of her bra. His breathing slowed, and his finger pressed every so slightly on the trigger.

Charly was still looking towards the glint, Is it glass? Is that what it is? Wonder wh-. Something punched her in her chest and she grunted. Her arms suddenly felt like lead and her phone flopped out of her hand. The Agent rushed his way towards the house; he’d shot low and missed her heart. She would have never registered the bullet and she would have been dead by now. Instead he would have to finish her off. He ran past the pool and entered through her back door and darted up the stairs to her balcony. He approached her quietly from behind and pulled out his knife.

He could see the top of her head and the bloody hole where the bullet went through her body and out of the chair. She was shaking, most likely from shock as her organs were slowly shutting down. He knelt down by her side and examined the damage; her white bra was stained with a blossom of blood and tattered fabric where the bullet entered. Her breasts heaved and shook as she struggled to speak, “P-please… h-h-help m-!” Charly convulsed and blood bubbled out of her lips, “H-help me~.”

The Agent stared at her stoically. He took her hands and wrapped them around the hilt of his knife. He positioned her limp arms so that the tip of the knife rested just above her bullet wound and straddled her twitching legs. She stared at him in protest, eyes wide open in fear and shock. She couldn’t seem to focus on his face, her pupils darting around rapidly, her amber irises bright and dilating. “Nnnghh~… No, p-p-plleas- UNGHHH!”

The Agent pressed the knife in slowly, millimeter by excruciating millimeter. Charly’s mouth gaped and blood trickled from the corners of her mouth. Her back arched into the knife as it slowly entered her with an awful shlick. The Agent pressed her hands harder, driving the knife hilt deep between her breasts. Blood erupted from her bullet wound and began to drip down her bare abdomen. Charly’s eyes faded, and her legs no longer twitched underneath the Agent. She slowly relaxed back into her chair and when the Agent let go of her hands, they fell limply onto her bloody chest. A tiny groan escaped her lips and the blood bubbled once more, then fell still. The Agent wasted no time.

Leaving the knife in her, he carried her still bleeding body into the bedroom, threw her rather heavy body onto her white sheets and tore away her ruined bra and slipped her panties off of her. Rapidly unfastening his pants, he stuck his dick in her mouth, slowly inching himself deeper and deeper until she took all of him down her throat. Her blood was still warm, and her throat felt like soft velvet around his member. He pumped into her throat a few times before pulling out; his cock looked like it had been through a massacre.

The Agent pulled Charly to the edge of the bed, haphazardly throwing her limp legs open and plunging himself into her snatch. She wasn’t as tight as Dixie, though that might have been because he hadn’t lubricated his cock last time, but Charly still felt amazing. He pumped into her with reckless abandon until with a mighty groan, he emptied himself inside of her corpse.

The Agent got dressed, and pulled out a vibrating dildo, containers of sperm, and a laptop. He fluffed her pillows and pulled Charly’s body towards the bed frame and sat her up. He tied zip ties to her wrists and fastened them to the bed frame. He spread her legs and took satisfaction as he watched his cum leak out of her. Her eyes were still wide open and that suited him just fine. He took the containers of sperm and poured them all over her face, her breasts, her thighs… By the time the containers were empty she had cum dripping from her nostrils, into her eyes, and down her abdomen. She was covered with semen and blood. He took the vibrating dildo and turned it on, and shoved it into her pussy. He then placed the laptop at the foot of the bed, opened it up to a webcam and moved himself out of frame. He pressed enter, and watched as the webcam connected to Twitch. Her dead body was now being streamed worldwide. He picked up his stuff and made a hasty exit; the authorities would find this place soon and he did not want to be in this hot jungle anymore.


Location: Just outside of Los Angeles
Time: 23:59:55


The Agent strode into the room to see his second black duffel but only Emma in the room. He did not care. He grabbed his duffel bag, nodded curtly at her, and swiftly turned for the door.

“Wait!” Emma yelped.

He turned towards her. She stood now, though the table still lay between them.

“I have another job for you,” She said shakily before pausing, “I want you to kill Margot. I cannot stand that bitch anymore.”

“No. I will not murder one of my employers while still completing a job for them. In addition, I do not complete a job unless all employers agree to it,” He scanned the room. “In addition, since you are the only one here, I can only assume no one else knows that you are requesting this.”

Emma rolled her eyes, “Okay obviously, but I cannot deal with her stupid ass anymore. If I have to hear her voice in that ridiculous accent one more time, I swear…” She sighed. “Look what if I offer you 20 million for her death?”

The Agent paused. Twenty million dollars was a lot of money; money he could use. He nodded, “Okay deal. On one condition. Margot does not die until I finish off all the influencers, otherwise I foresee issues with this group. Understood?”

Emma nodded. The Agent nodded. He left.


Location: Los Angeles International Airport
Time:04:12:25


The Agent’s phone buzzed. It was from an unknown number, but he picked up anyway, “Hello?”

“Hi, I would like to request your services for an investigative job of mine. I can’t tell you details over the phone but I can pay well if you’re interested,” the voice on the line spoke. She seemed young, suspiciously young and she sounded distraught.

“I am in the middle of another job right now, I cannot afford to be juggling another. Good day.” The Agent was about to hang up but the woman interrupted him once more.

“Wait! Wait, please just hear me out. I’ll send you an address and if you can meet me there the next time you are free please just let me know,” her voice broke, “Please… they raped and strangled my sister and hung her on the stair railings. The police are useless, they have no leads… Please… help me…”

The Agent could not believe what was happening. It was clear who was calling him. Charli D’Amelio was calling him. To investigate her sister’s murder. And she was willing to pay. This was just free money at this point, “Okay, I’ll be back in town in six days. I will see you then.”

He hung up. Moments later, he received a text message with an address. He smirked. It was Dixie’s house. “United Airlines flight 2654 to Austin, Texas is now boarding group 1. If you are in boarding group 1, please proceed to the green aisle to begin boarding…” The Agent snapped back to reality, and boarded the plane. Charli could wait, he had a date with Loren Gray.