Victim
Name: Jasmine Vincent
Age: 24
Sex: F
Characteristics: See Image
Scene: She is a YouTube star who has recently spoken out against your client's underground sex trafficking. He wants you to force her to strip on camera and kill her painfully, then use her computer to upload the footage to her channel. You will be paid extra if you can force her to masturbate before being snuffed.

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Last night I pulled my SUV into the driveway of a vacant house, right across the street from the home of my latest target, and slept in the backseat. I awoke at dawn and watched through my back window as the family of Jerry Chang left for their daily routine. Of course, they couldn't see me as the window was tinted, but Jerry, the first to get up and leave for work, glared at me for several minutes before he drove off. With him being a cop, I marked it off as him being paranoid, plus if I killed him I wouldn't get paid; my client wanted him filled with grief, not bullets.

My target, a busty blonde of thirty-one, emerged from the house an hour later in a grey shirt and cargo shorts, with three kids – all between the ages of nine and thirteen. In my earlier days I probably would have felt a twinge of guilt at robbing children of their parents, but my years of killing had desensitized me to such an extent that I considered whether or not I should check for potential witnesses and gun them all down right there. I was only hired to kill the woman, though, and I hated doing more work than I was being paid for. So I just waited until the kids got on a school bus and their mother went back in the house.

After she went in I climbed to the front of the vehicle and, after checking to see if everything was clear, got out and walked across the street. I drew a 9mm pistol from my jacket and attached a suppressor as I crossed the yard. A slow turn of the knob revealed it to be unlocked, so I let myself in.

She was sitting on the couch with a remote in her hand, wearing nothing but her panties; the shirt and cargo shorts were bundled up at the left end of the couch. Her head turned towards me, her eyes wide, and she desperately reached for her clothes.

"Who the hell..."

Her screech was cut off as I fired two rounds into her forehead. Her head jerked back as specks of blood flew into the air, then drooped forward as her body collapsed onto the floor.

I left and shut the door behind me. Her body was found that afternoon when her oldest daughter returned home from school.