K/V: Killer
Name: 47
Age: 54
Sex: M
Characteristics: One bold and bald genetically engineered assassin motherfucker. Equipped with garroting fiber wire and a pair of trusty silverballers. He can also turn anything into a weapon
Scene: wherever a contract appears.


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Having friends in high places surely pays off. After I helped local oil tycoon by assassinating key members of his competing businesses, he put me in touch with another very powerful and well connected man - Carl. Or at least that's the moniker he goes by. Carl owns a series of private prisons. What most people don't know is that capital punishment is legal in 31 states in the US. He's well connected with the local authorities and so all death row prisoners from around the country end up in his prisons. What goes on in these prisons isn't hard to imagine.

"I just received a gorgeous young brunette. Firm tits, short hair and blue eyes. Are you interested? "

That's what Carl told me yesterday. I told him to get her prepared and let the guards have fun with her, but no damaging the merchandise.

Now I'm entering the prison. The guards know not to ask any ID from me, because it would be futile anyway. I have a brief talk with the warden and find out more details about the girl. Turns out Jamie wanted to take justice in her own hands one night, but that didn't really turn out well for her. I see a few videos of her getting raped by the prison wardens, to wet my appetite and then proceed to the electrocution room, where she's waiting - tied up in the chair. She's sobbing violently.

"This..This can't be happening....P-p-p-leeeeassseeee. I haven't....I h-" she cries out, unable to accept her fate.

I give them the order to jolt her a bit, nothing lethal. For extra effect there's a countdown in front of her. The fear she's feeling can't be described, as her eyes dart hopeful ahead. Jamie shakes her head in disbelief and continues to cry. Suddenly the current goes live and she spasms in the chair like a movie prop from some cheap slasher flick.

"Okay. That's enough." I tell the guard that was administering the shock. "I'll take it from here."

I go in Jamie's room. She's breathing heavily, her body lightly damaged by the very low amperage current. I kneel ahead of her and lift her chin up.

"Don't worry. It will all be fine. Alison hired the best lawyer in this state and he's overturned your death penalty sentence." I lie to her.

Her eyes light up with joy and hope. She stares at me in disbelief for a few seconds, then smiles warmly. The betrayal she'll feel in a few minutes will be monumental. I undo her bindings and help her up.

"W-will...will I go home now? Have I been freed?" she asks still confused.

"We'll have to see about that. For now we need to get you showered and rushed to the medic to make sure you're alright." I tell her, my arm stretching around her supportively as I lead her to the showers.

She looks up smiling, almost like thanking God.

"I...got saved. Just like Dostoevsky..." she says, letting out a lighthearted giggle.

I lead her to the shower's front door and instruct her to get clean, so she could receive new clothes. She loses her uniform, revealing her marvelous young breasts and toned body. She gets in the shower room, and doesn't even notice the bloodied tiles under her feet. The room is perfect for bloody executions, because it's fitted with gutters, sinks and shower heads. I look at her supple body for a few minutes, as one of the guards fetches the weapon I've requested. She's overcome with happiness and joy, as she thinks she's just dodged death.

I get myself a nylon apron and then grab the spiked bat brought in by the guard. I open the door to the shower room slowly, so she doesn't hear me. She's singing some joyous song that I don't recognize as her arms stretch in the air and water splashes on her face. I'm standing right behind her. I get tired of staring at her shapely ass and slap her so she turns around. She's startled, shocked. I seize the opportunity to swing the bat right at her belly, perforating it with the dozen nails that are sticking out the bat. Blood and screams gush out in droves as I jam the bat out and strike again, this time smashing one of her knees.

"*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHH*" she roars with agony, stumbling down.

She's on her ass, clutching her shattered knee with her nimble hands.

"B..b.buut you told me..." she exclaims, shocked to the core of her being.

My reply comes as another swing with the bat, right on her hands. Her arms are not little more than a sack of flesh and broken bones.

I let her simmer in pain for a while, contemplating my next hit.


"Coooooooooooooooooooooooome oooooooooooon. This can't... this can't be real...."

"Fine. It's not real. I'll end this dream real quick for you." I reply, getting a bit sentimental about her suffering.

I stroke her head gently with my hand, then prepare to swing.

Jamie's vision goes blank as a deafening ringing sound steals the colors away from her eyes. The bat had sunk its nails into her young mind and broken the circuit the held her conscious. A few seconds pass and her body is still twitching on the ground, blood gushing from her hands, knee and head. I swing the bat two more times at her head, caving in her skull and turning her beautiful face into a gory mess.

I leave the scene thinking I should have fucked her first, but there will be others. Carl always provides good entertainment.