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K/V: Victim
Name: Samantha Marcowicz
Age: 18
Characteristics: See image, her personality is cool and slightly stuck up, although she does get flustered easily.
Scene: You encounter her alone in the local community swimming pool changing rooms, late at night.


I unboxed my gift.
A naked woman was wrapped in a vacuum sealed bag.
There was a sticker on her, stating only that her name was "Fucktoy", and that she was 30 years old. Along with the woman, I also recieved a revival kit. In it was a syringe filled with some kinda green fluid.

I began to score open the bag, taking care not to damage the skin. I peeled it apart, and took stock. She was an attractive lady, with a full figure, soft looking lips, and luscious brown hair. There was a purple vibrator stuck in her vagina. Yanking it out with a wet schlurp, I leaned down next to her chest. Checked for a heart beat. Nothing. She had asphyxiated during transit.
I took the syringe, and jabbed it into her neck.

A minute later, and she had regained consciousness, and was kneeling, her slender hands on her soft thighs.
"Hey fucktoy", I prodded her.
"Yes, sir?" she mumbled, carefully avoiding my gaze.
"I'm supposed to dispose of you", I said with a grin "How do you feel about that?".
She only looked down at her lap.
"You have any preferences?" I ask her. I don't expect a reply.
I grab her hands, and ziptie them together. "Stand up, fucktoy", I demand. I give her a little kick, to encourage her. She yelps, but she stands up.

I take her to the disposal room. A 10 foot by 10 foot square cube, concrete walls chipped and cracking. There was a single lamp hanging from the ceiling. Not very cheerful, but then again, the people who end up here usually aren't in a cheerful mood.

Fucktoy kept silent while I chained her ziptied hands to a hook hanging from the ceiling. There was already a RED 8k movie camera set up on a tripod facing her. Snuff movies were a lucrative side business, and provided me with enough dough to keep adding new toys to my collection.

"I think I'll title this one Fruit Ninja", I said to Fucktoy, bending over to pick up my Swiss made vibration blade. I waved the blade around, watching it shimmer in the air. This bad boy cost 10,000 USD, and it was worth every penny. Damn thing cut through 3 inch metal armor plating like it was hot butter. I turn around, and walk up to Fucktoy. Her ample chest was heaving, her face was flushed, sweat dripping off her brow. "S-sir, before you kill me, please let me have one last request" she stammered. I listened intently.
"I-if you could, let me have on last orgasm, p-p-please", she whispered. I could see the desperation in her eyes.
I shrugged, "Nah, don't feel like it much" I say to her "You're not exactly my type".
She slumped.

Ah screw it. I whip the blade through the middle of her toned belly.
Fucktoy gasps in shock. A clean line appears where the blade separated her in half. Her lower torso, with her wide hips and long legs, slowly slide down. Blood pours from the ever widening gap.
Fucktoy vomits blood, her chin is slick with with the crimson stuff.
Her eyes begin to roll back. Her lower half finally separates, dragging loops of intestine with it. It falls, splattering a rather pretty pattern of blood and guts across the cold concrete.
A final stool of shit emerges from her thick ass.
Her upper torso is swinging around, wriggling in agony. I walk up to the upper torso, wiping a sweatslick bang of hair away from her face and kiss her on the lips, licking at the salty iron streaks of blood. I feel her tongue weakly move in response. Her eyes are half lidded, pupils dilated. Her mouth opens, her pink tongue flopping out rather lewdly. Gripping my vibration blade, I lightly slide it under her chin, and push through her neck. Her head topples off, landing face down on the pile of guts and feces lying by her lower torso. I slice at the arms, causing the upper torso to join the rest of her on the floor.

Christ, what a mess.