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K/V:Victim
Name: Ella Conrad, nicknamed "The Bloody Belle of West Texas" due to her extraordinary kill count and disarmingly cute and attractive features.
Age: 19
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image
Scene: In the middle of town at high noon. Lets hope you can shoot well.

I was in the middle of a conference call with my boss when my eldest daughter walked in. I turned to her and desperately motioned at her to go away. "Hey dad, I'm gonna be in the shower for a while" she yelled, not noticing my frantic gestures. She turned and walked away to the bathroom.

Frank, my boss, was silent. "Who was that?" he asked in a menacing tone. "Just my daughter, sir, no need to do anything, sir" I answered nervously. "You know how I feel about anyone...non-essential listening to our conversations" Frank whispered. I could feel his coldness through the phone, and shivered. "What do you want?" I asked. "I think you should go...talk to your daughter, get her to pipe down for a while. Or else, your whole family might get a noise complaint, we wouldn't want that, would we?" Frank then hung up.

I began to sweat profusely. I knew what he wanted me to do, and every fiber of my being fought against it. Ashley was my oldest daughter, she was my flesh and blood. How could I kill her? But Frank was always serious about his threats. I thought about my wife, and my three younger daughters. Claire, Trish, Anna were all at elementary school right now. I had time to kill Ashley, dispose of her body, and clean up the evidence.

Trembling, I went to my room, and unlocked my gun case. A silenced .22 pistol gleamed dully under the fading afternoon light. I picked it up, pulled the slide back, and saw a round in the chamber. This was insane, I was really going to kill my own daughter. But it was to save the rest of my kids. I'm sure Ashley would understand, she loved her little sisters.

I could hear Ashley humming to herself in the shower. I slowly opened the door. Steam fogged up my glasses.
Ashley had gotten out of the stall and was drying herself off. Her adolescent body was wrapped in a towel, showing off her growing curves. I hated myself for what I was going to do to my kid.

"What are you doing da-?" Ashley was cut off as two .22LR rounds punched through her forehead. She fell back, smacking her head against the rim of the toilet. Blood splattered against the porcelain, and more blood began to pool under her head. Her eyes were frozen in shock. "Oh God, Ashley, please forgive me" I whisper in her ear. I tenderly wrap her head in a plastic bag. Gently, I pick her up and carry her to the basement.

I kept a lot of equipment for the mob there, including things they used to get rid of bodies. Slowly, I lower her corpse into a barrel of acid. In 24 hours, there will be nothing left of my beloved Ashley. Tears ran down my face, yet I dutifully head back up to clean the blood out of the bathroom.

One day, I'll get my revenge on Frank, I promise to myself. He'll feel the same pain I feel. But for now, I remain a loyal little mobster.