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2:00 AM, Tuesday.
A deserted Louisiana road.

Tyler Dupree hummed along to the radio when he noticed the young black girl dozing at the bus stop out of the corner of his eye. It was a sudden impulsive act to stop. He pulled over to the side of the road, and turned off his engine. He sat there for a while as his truck ticked over.

Tyler reached into his pocket and took a swig of whiskey. Wiping his mouth, he got out, reached over into the bed of his pickup, and retrieved a loop of rope. He quickly tied a noose, and walked over to the girl. Tyler restrained the sleeping girl's arms and legs. He noosed the girl, and threw the rope over the top of the bus stop shelter roof. He walked around, and tied the end of the rope to his truck.

Angela had woken up by the time Tyler had finished. She struggled against her restraints. Tyler walked back to her. She looked at him with fear. He ripped open her shirt, revealing two perky C cup breasts. "Please don't do this, please!" she screamed.

Angela closed her eyes and sobbed. She heard the man walk back to the truck without a word. She heard the door slam, and the engine start. Angela panicked, and struggled harder against the ropes. She felt the noose finally tighten and dig into her neck as the truck drove away. The ground was a few inches away, but try as she might, she just couldn't get into contact with it.

Tyler got out of the truck and cracked open a beer. He watched the black girl swing and smiled.

Angela was nearing the end. Her eyes rolled up and her mouth hung slack, tongue lolling out. Her white trousers had a noticeable wet stain extending from its crotch all the way to the legs. Her slender fingers twitched. An almost silent exhale emerged from her still chest, and her eyes slowly closed. Angela Washington would never celebrate her 20th birthday.

Tyler cut her down and stripped the rest of her clothes off. He got a machete, and sliced open the girl's stomach. Pink tubes of intestines and red organs tumbled out. Tyler reached into her chest cavity, and removed her heart. The organ was still beating when he stomped it beneath his boot. "Fuckin niggers", he grunted.


K/V: Victim
Name: Private Mai Ishikawa
Age: 18
Sex: F
Characteristics: Youthful patriotic zeal, fanatical loyalty to the Emperor. Hates the Americans for killing her family during firebombing raids.
Scene: Your squad is ambushed by the Japs, but you manage to fight back. You and a young Japanese soldier are the only survivors. Kill or be killed.