Victim
Name: Ashley Fields
Age: 17
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image
Scene: After your wife died and you lost your job, you got involved with organized crime to provide for your family. You are on the phone with your boss about a shipment, forgetting that your oldest daughter was home because of a fever. She comes in to tell you that she will be in the shower. After she leaves the room, your boss asks who you were talking to. He orders you to kill her, or he will wipe out you and your entire family. (Thought a reluctant killer scenario might be fun.)

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Catherine left school earlier than usual due to anime club being cancelled; the portable they were assigned to was burned down after being struck by lightning. Her mother was out of town and her father wouldn’t leave the police station until after midnight, so she decided to walk home.

After thirty minutes, she turned the corner onto her street. Catherine noted that her driveway was empty as expected. She was surprised by the sight of a black Kia Soul in the driveway across the street, but quickly forgot about it as she walked across the lawn to the front door; they were just getting new neighbors, she thought to herself. The afternoon to herself was of greater interest to her

“I’m home!” Catherine yelled, even though she knew that nobody was there.

Catherine trotted up to her room and threw her backpack onto the bed.

“Now to let you girls out for some air,” she said, looking down at her chest.

Catherine took off the bowtie and unfastened the buttons on her shirt. The top fell to the floor, and her bra quickly followed; her massive breasts seemed to spring out. She started to remove her skirt, but stopped with it halfway to her ankles, when the door to her closet swung open. A man, in his early thirties, emerged clutching a suppressed Beretta 92.

Before Catherine could scream or run, the man pointed the gun and started firing. She felt the first hit the center of her throat and rip through larynx. Six hit her breasts, turning them into a bloody, fleshy, Swiss cheese, and piercing her lungs. Catherine fell to the floor, where she writhed and grasped her throat; she tried to scream, but only wet gurgling noises, followed by globs of blood, escaped her lips. Her chest heaved violently as she tried to draw breath into her collapsing lungs.

The man stepped forward, and a gloved hand grabbed a tuff of her short, yet messy, green hair, and forced her to look up. Tears filled her dark brown eyes, seeming to plead for mercy, as Catherine tried to contemplate why this was happening to her. When her mouth opened for another fruitless attempt to either scream or take in air, the man shoved the gun into her mouth. She let out a muffled, gurgled, screech and tried to push him away. He then fired five rounds into her brain. He removed the gun from her mouth and let her corpse fall to the floor. Her panties turned yellow and a dark spot formed in the carpet she was laying on.

Her killer put the gun in his pocket and pulled out a digital camera. He snapped several dozen images as proof for his client, then left. Due to her father’s busy schedule, her body wasn’t found until her mother returned from her trip and noticed a strong smell in the house.