>>1887

Great job. I'll admit I didn't even really think of this option, but that was a nice idea. Just two little bits of feedback: Her death could have been a little more drawn-out and in detail (but maybe that's just me); but much more importantly, watch your tenses. Choose either past tense or present tense, don't keep switching between the two (at one point even twice in a single sentence), that really hurts the flow of the story. But other than that, good work.

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And once more I've got a slightly offbeat prompt (I hope fandom characters are okay):

K/V: Victim
Name: Kaguya
Age: centuries (physically around 19)
Characteristics: See picture for appearance. Blessed/Cursed with utter immortality, the moon princess Kaguya is also eternally bored, so recently she's taken to seeking out interesting means of death to keep herself entertained.
Setting: She's asked you to kill her in whatever way you can imagine. Her body is no stronger than any mortal's, but any injury on her will slowly regenerate, though she can still die like normal (it's just that that's not gonna stick, she can recover from a single cell, or even disintegration).
OR: If that one is too weird, just consider her actually 19 and mortal, the daughter of an upperclass family that somehow ended up in the wrong part of town (after a party, got lost, got drunk and passed out, took the wrong bus/taxi, etc).

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“Hello, my name is Lucy, I saw your ad for a photo shoot in the newspaper.”

“Excellent.” The dark-haired man that had opened the door shook her hand. “You can call me Felix. Come in.”

She followed Felix into an open room with a black screen behind some decorations on one side, an expensive-looking camera setup on the other, and the blinds closed. When she entered, she noticed faint traces of a sharp smell, not unlike “Does it smell of bleach or something in here?”

“That would be cleaner, I made sure the room was in perfect shape just this morning. If you want, we can open the window for a moment.”

“No, it's not too bad, I'll just ignore it. Also it's freezing outside.”

“True, true. Now, here's what we're gonna do: I would like to take some nude photographs, but I wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable. So we're just gonna start like this, and you can take off as much clothing as you like, and we'll just see where you want to stop.”

“Um, okay.” So far Lucy had modeled underwear at best, but depending on the money involved, she might go further this time; paint and canvas didn't pay for themselves after all.

“Perfect. Then let's get started.”

…

“Excellent! Beautiful! The camera just loves you.” Felix praised as Lucy did another pose. She was naked save for her black lace panties, and she was having a great time, especially after Felix had brought out some wine with a long and expensive-sounding name. Part of her kept nagging in the back of her head this was a really stupid idea, but the amount of cash already waiting in her handbag, with the promise of still more to come proved it wrong.

After a few more shots Felix waved her over. “Great work already, but I was wondering if you were willing to do something for a ...special clientele.”

“What would that be?”

“Some people that are into, let's just call it kinky, things. I'd want to have chained up, or maybe bound and gagged for a few pictures.”

“Sorry, but no gags. I had a bad experience one time and almost choked to death.”

“Oh, dear. But how about fuzzy handcuffs?” From somewhere behind his back Felix produced a set of large handcuff adorned with a bunch of pink fuzz. “You just put your arms behind your back for a little and try to look scared. They don't even have locks, it's just a button on each one, look.” He demonstrated the opening mechanism, the large buttons situated so Lucy would easily be able to free herself, even with her hands behind her back. “And of course, I'd pay generously. You would not believe how hard it is to persuade people to do this.”

After a moment of deliberation and inspecting the handcuffs with her fingers, Lucy nodded. “Well, alright.” She turned around, let Felix place the handcuffs around her wrists, and after making sure she could open them herself, returned to the screen.

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“Now, one more and I think we can be done here. Just stand straight right up against the wall, as if you're in a prison, lined up for inspection.” Or execution. Lucy though for some reason, but of course didn't say it. “Alright, just one last shot-”

BANG! Suddenly there was a loud noise and Lucy staggered backwards against the wall as something heavy hit her in the stomach. Gasping for air she looked down to find a small black spot just above her navel, that was slowly starting to bleed as a searing pain inside her set in, but it took a few more seconds of incredulous staring until her mind finally realized she had just been shot.

She wanted to scream, but her voice failed her and Lucy felt she was about to gag, when a second bullet hit her right below the ribs and her started rapidly filling with tears. “Yes, that's it! That pain and despair when they realize their fate. Show it to me!”

Another shot hit her just above the hip and Lucy staggered, almost falling over as her legs suddenly were about to give way. Her body felt as if it was on fire, and her mind was racing with thiscantbehappening and someonehelpme and ohmygodthishurts, when two more bullets struck her in the chest, tearing through her breasts before one embedded itself in a rib, but the other went straight through, piercing into her lung and making her start coughing and desperately gasping for air.

All of a sudden her strength left her and Lucy fell to her knees, leaning against the wall that was covered in her own blood, the red staining her blonde hair. Gritting her teeth in pain, even through the haze of her tears she saw Felix step closer, leveling a huge pistol against her forehead as she managed to barely produce words. “Wh-why?”

“It's easy. Money. People pay a ton of money for quality snuff photos, and I pride myself on being one of the best in business. I thank you for your contribution to the art, even if you won't be alive to share any of the profits. Farewell.”

Pleasedonthurt- BANG!