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I've decided to put my response at the top and my character submission at the bottom as it seems more natural.

Stephanie hears someone walk into one of the bathroom stalls adjacent to hers, oblivious to the second person tiptoeing silently behind. Aiko proceeds with her act of making it sound like she's using the bathroom normally - she waits a few seconds, tears off a sheet of toilet paper, flushes the toilet, washes her hands, and walks out the door, "accidentally" turning the light off on the way out - by force of habit, she would say as an excuse. Except there's not much point excusing herself to someone who won't exist long enough to gossip about it.

Stephanie naturally calls out. "Hey! Someone's in here!"

There is no answer. She is forced to resign herself to finishing and wiping herself in the dark. She finds it surprisingly no more difficult than normal, save for having to wave her hand around a bit in search of the toilet paper. She stands up and opens the stall door.
Unfortunately, navigating the bathroom in the dark is a much more difficult task. She finds herself uncertain of the exact distance between the stall and the sinks, and she walks very slowly and cautiously for fear of tripping over some unforeseen obstacle.

As she nears the sink and begins to feel around for it, I noiselessly approach her from behind and breathe onto the back of her neck. Stephanie momentarily panics and whirls about, but this isn't my first rodeo and I've already moved well out of the way. I had prepared by wearing a thick blindfold for a full hour prior to this, thanks to which my eyes were already thoroughly adjusted to the darkness. Not so for her.

"Is someone there?" Her voice echoes fruitlessly off the walls. She lowers it to a whisper out of self-consciousness. "Hello?"

No answer again. She turns around and tries to regain her bearings and find the sink. The poor girl is hopelessly off track, though, and ends up walking parallel to the wall of sinks rather than toward it. I hang back, reach out to the side with the knife I've been carrying, and brush the tip against the wall ever so gently, making a brief, metallic hissing sound.

"Hello?!?" Stephanie calls again. By the point she's seriously spooked.

I continue to respond with nothing but silence and approach her again. I inch closer and closer. Stephanie can feel my presence but mentally assures herself that she's merely being paranoid and that there isn't actually anyone in the room with her. Surely if there were, they would have answered her, right?

I kick one of her heels out from under her and she falls to the ground, smacking the back of her head just hard enough to make her dizzy for a few moments. She debates with herself internally as to whether the kick she had felt was real or if perhaps she had just slipped. She doesn't get to finish, though, as in that moment I reveal myself by sitting right in the center of her belly and pressing my hand over her mouth, leaning over to make sure she doesn't wrestle free. My free hand wriggles off one of her shoes, peels off the sock underneath, and rolls it into a rough ball. I stuff it deep into her mouth until she starts to gag and convulse - perfect. She'll be deprived of oxygen to the point where she grows weak and irrational, but not enough to suffocate her outright. I top off the gag with the other sock. Stephanie naturally recoils at the taste of her own foot sweat in her mouth, but can hardly do anything about it.

Stephanie mumbles something fitting the cadence of "who are you" and "what are you doing to me," but receives no reply other than a hand reaching into her skirt and pulling down her panties and then two fingers stroking her pubic mound. By this point she begins to realize she's about to get violated, but of course the true extent of her violation still escapes her.

Aiko and I have always had a thing for eyes. A psychologist might come to the conclusion that it's a way of managing the fear of going blind, but the manner in which we've sexualized it goes a little beyond typical. I pry one of Stephanie's eyelids open. She has slowly begun to acclimate to the darkness, but save for the vague shape of the room and my silhouette she can't make out much. I bring my face up next to hers.

In a last-ditch attempt to save herself, Stephanie heaves her body and slaps me across the face. I react in a split second and stab my knife clean through her hand. I then put my knee on her other wrist, pinning it to the floor, and use the pain of the knife to guide her wounded hand toward the other. I then conclude by skewering her other hand, joining them together in a kind of hand-kabob. I press the knife down against the floor until the end of the blade bends to a ninety-degree angle. Why use handcuffs when you can rivet a girl's hands together and then lick the tears of despair and sheer pain off her face?

That's not all my tongue does, though. I pry her eye open again and start to French-kiss it and suck gently. Stephanie squirms in revulsion but doesn't accomplish much. I touch the eyeball with my finger briefly, then wedge my fingertip into the corner of her eye socket and start to work it behind the eyeball. Finally the eye comes out with a delightful squishing noise. I proceed to place it between her fingertips so she can grasp the severity of her situation in a rather literal sense. All the while she tries in vain to scream through the wad of socks in her mouth.

I perform a similar number on Stephanie's other eye, rendering her blind. I pull up her shirt and rub this one against her belly and then across both breasts before finally shoving it into her vagina. I push it in as deep as it can go and then nudge it a few times as if it's having sex with her. She thrashes rather violently for a few seconds, but then goes limp - she's apparently given up emotionally and forsaken herself to whatever fate awaits.

I complete my assault on her psyche by standing up and releasing her. She lies still for nearly a minute, confused, before weakly sitting up and turning her head this way and that in vain, as if that would let her see somehow. I wait while she awkwardly pushes herself up from the floor into a hunched standing position and starts trying to grope her way to the door. Just as she starts to regain her bearings, I stop her with my foot against her belly and then effortlessly push her over again. She stumbles and tries one last time to run, but I grab her foot and drag it to the side. I then turn her over facedown.

For the finale, I draw my second knife and slice cleanly along both sides of her spine. I dig my fingers into the wounds and pull the skin of her upper back out to the sides, revealing shiny bare muscle. I cut through this too, although it needs a bit of sawing. At last her ribs are visible. I caress them with both hands, feeling the shape and texture of the bones and the smooth muscles between them. She doesn't have as many nerve endings here as on her skin, but can still easily feel my touch as well as the acute pain it causes every millimeter of the way. Next I get an even deeper feel for her insides by rubbing my face across the contours of her ribcage and spine, meanwhile feeling up both of her breasts with my hands. Both of us are soaked in her blood by now, and there isn't much time left before she blacks out and goes into shock.

While I was letting her stumble about the bathroom blind and maimed, I went to the door and collected a heavy axe from Aiko. This I now pick up and, in a single difficult swing, lift over my head and yank down against the back of Stephanie's neck. Her head comes clean off in an instant, but doesn't expire just yet. I grab it and kiss it on the mouth, then lay it down gently in the gaping wound on the back of her body so Stephanie can spend her last second or two getting to know the inside of her chest cavity as I had been doing.

Aiko, who has been watching and trying not to finger herself the whole time, enters the bathroom and we proceed to strip naked and make love in the expanding puddle of blood on the floor. Then with a final kiss, I hand her the knife and leave her in the bathroom and make my getaway. In the meantime, Aiko waits for someone to walk by the bathroom and notice the scene, then stabs herself in the temple, perfectly faking a murder-suicide and activating her brain implant, which instantly transmits her mind to the new body waiting for her at home. A few minutes later I meet her there and together we set about planning our next adventure.

K/V: Killer
Name: Aikoko
Age: 2 (Biologically 24)
Sex: Oh yes plea- oh, um, female. Heh.
Characteristics: For some reason I look too muscular in this picture - my neck certainly isn't that think for instance. Meh, they can't all come out perfect. Anyway as you can see I'm a skinny, pasty little waif with green hair and light blue eyes.
Note that I'm mute due to a birth complication so while I'm glad to get suggestions on how to... "satisfy" my client I won't be much for conversation ;)
Scene: I've convinced you to join me and my sister Aiko on a road trip to the Burning Man festival, and along the way we took all of your clothes and disposed of them several miles back. We're currently in an RV deciding whether to pull over and camp out for the night or drive through the night and arrive at the festival early in the morning; you have the tiebreaking vote.