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I take a deep drag from my cigarette, and exhale. I take one last chamber check of my silenced Ruger Buckmark, and slip it back into my coat. Ms. Aizawa exits the diner she works at. I follow her, a couple meters behind. I slip my hoodie on and place one hand on the gun.
She turns a corner into a deserted back alley. My gun is cool and heavy in my sweaty hands. I turn the corner, and take aim.

PHUT PHUT, two shots into her legs. She screams in shock and collapses. I walk up to her. She's got both hands applying pressure to her wounds. She looks up at me, recognition sparking behind her tears. "Why?" she asks plaintively. "You know why", I answer.
I raise my gun and point it at her face. She raises a hand and opens her mouth to plead.

PHUT. The .22LR round punches through the center of her forehead, scrambling 23 years of memories and experiences in an instant.

Her body goes limp. Blood trickles out the corner of her mouth and ears. The hapa whore pisses herself in death, a large damp spot appearing on the crotch of her jeans.

I take a knife and saw away at her neck. I cut away the last string of skin and muscle, and hold her head up. Her soft lips are slightly parted. Her eyes are frozen, staring at nothing. Her lips are slightly parted. I gently pull down her jaw and stare inside. I think about the men she's had in her mouth, her tongue wrapping itself around hundreds of cocks, except mine. I toss her head into a plastic bag. I'll mail the head to her parents a week from now.

I shift my focus back to her body. I strip it carefully, wearing gloves so as not to leave any DNA traces. Her pale white skin almost seems to shine in the moonlight. I trace a hand over her stomach, sensing tight abdominal muscles beneath her smooth flawless skin. I give her breasts a squeeze, enjoying their firm pliability. I fantasize. If only she had accepted me, those tits could have fed our baby.I look down at her pubic region. Shaved, naked. I push a finger into her vagina, feeling its looseness. Goddamn slut.

I wrap the body up in a couple layers of garbage bag, tying it up with rope. I dispose of it in the bayou outside the city. The gators will clean it up for me.

K/V: Victim
Name: Michelle Bernstein
Age: 33
Sex: F
Characteristics: See pic. A bombshell teacher with an ice queen personality that demands perfection from her students. The Bitch of Bosworth High is her nickname.
Scene: She's caught you cheating on your test, and is threatening you with expulsion. You're alone with her, in her office.