K/V: Victim
Name: Amanda
Age: 31
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image. A criminal psychologist.
Scene: A therapy appointment with a serial rapist-murderer turns lethal. (Bonus points if he does something to the tits)


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Fiona dropped to her knee behind the wreckage of her patrol vehicle. Her icy blue eyes scanned her surroundings for the assailants that fired the fateful RPG round that took out the rest of her crew, with her rifle held firmly in lean and yet arms she carefully peered out from behind her cover, only to be forced back by a fusillade of AK-47 fire.

Bullets laced the reinforced metal humvee chassis as her assailants eagerly sprayed the burning vehicle with automated assault rifles, kicking up small clouds of dust around Fiona’s position. She gritted her teeth, her blue eyes narrowed with a mixture of fear and determination, she has already contacted HQ about her predicament, all she needs to do is to hold out until the inevitable air support arrives.

"Let's just hope they don't do anything stupid…" she thought to herself as leaned against her cover and reloaded her rifle. "… because I ain't got enough bullets for all of them."

It didn't take long before two balaclava-clad terrorists lept out of their cover and eagerly charged towards her location at the urge of their commander, only to be mercilessly cut down as Fiona’s bullets ripped through their foreheads, sending a spray of blood and brain matter arcing in the air as their lifeless bodies collapsed onto the sand. Not before one of them manages to lob a flash-bang grenade through the shattered windows of the humvee, it lightly bounced off the ground and landed merely a few inches from Fiona's position.

"Shit."

A blast of iridescent white light burned her retinas before she could even react, temporarily blinding the girl while her ears rang from the flashbang's explosion. In her delirious state, she could see the terrorists dashing towards her, one kicked the gun from her hand while the rest pointed their rifles at her. Fiona gritted her teeth, staggered to her feet and attempted to fight back, only to be knocked to the ground with a well-placed punch to her stomach. They spat on her, took turns kicking her as she squirmed on the smouldering asphalt pavement of the highway, heated by the merciless North African sun, some took great delight in stepping firmly on her fingers, then slowly turning their heel until her fingers snap from the pressure.

She felt like she’s going to die here.

They stripped her nude as she futilely struggled in their grasp, her muscular arms were bent behind her back and tied together with her own bra. At the signal of their leader, two terrorists grabbed Fiona’s legs and pulled them wide apart, exposing her crotch area invitingly as one picked up her weapon, barrel still warm from the firing, he carefully pressed it between the opening between her legs and slammed it inside, tearing massive gashes in her delicate vaginal tissues as the weaponized dildo forcefully penetrated her womanhood without an ounce of love. She shrieked and howled as her rifle eventually slammed into her cervix, just when she thought it couldn't get worse, it punctured through it and buried itself inside her womb.

Then, accompanied by innumerable voices of anger from the mob looming over her, she felt a stream of hot lead tearing her innards to shreds when her assailant finally pulled the trigger. The young woman thrashed and spasmed hopelessly on the ground for a few seconds before blissful oblivion finally took her.

Videos of Fiona's final moments, along with photos of her naked corpse hanging on a tree by the sling of her rifle were rated favourably on gore sites.