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Name: Christie Monteiro
Age: 21
Description: see image
Type of death: Christie is a well trained fighter, but this time the Brazilian beauty has bit off more than she can chew. Utterly defeat and humiliate her before you end her, permanently

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The target was home alone when the masked man broke in and found her, just like the missive had said. He'd been paid - in advanced - to take this woman, force himself on her, use her and then if he so desires, end her. Its not quite his usual sort of task, but not one that he'd turn away. Being paid in advanced was a nice touch. He could have just walked off with the cash but he was a professional and there was every chance that this client of his would spread word that he'd reneged.

So he'd come through the back door at night, with one goal in mind. He found the woman, just as she was entering the kitchen he'd broken into. Her picture didn't do her nearly enough justice. The young woman was an out and out babe, wearing an oversized t-shirt that barely covered the tops of her thighs, and holding a bowl in her hand, as if she were taking it to the sink. The place was cool - the air conditioner was running - and her nipples stood out like peeks under the fabric. Clearly there was no bra under her shirt, and the thought got him hardening as he looked at her.

Laura stared in shock as if she couldn't quite believe there was someone there in the kitchen with her, or so the man thought. He used that surprise to close the distance fast. Before she could do much more than let out a yelp, he crashed his fist into her face, hard. He felt something give under his gloved knuckles. There was a sharp crack as she dropped the bowl and yelled in clear pain now. The house wzas isolated however, with a large yard around it, so the man wasn't too worried. He shoved her back into the counter and smashed his fist down again on the beautiful face, stunning the girl.

She was clearly reeling, head lulling to the side and tears pouring down her face. Her left eye was bruising up darkly from the twin blows, and she looked as if unaware of where she was. That worked fine for the man, who flipped her over and dragged her down the counter, pressing her face to the tile until he came to the sink. He smacked the side of her head against the side of the basin, hearing a yelp of pain, and reached behind her to push the shirt up over her hips. He had her face first in the empty metal depression, her feet weakly sliding about on the bare floor. One hand gripping the back of her neck, the other jerked her dark panties down.

To his surprise, she was already glistening wet. Dripping and outright sodden with desire. "You're turned on by this," he said, smacking her ass with his hand and drawing out a sobbing mewl. He wasted no more time, shaking his head and fishing his now hard dick out. There was no foreplay, he just shoved himself in as far as he would go, getting her to kick her bare feet about as she was forcibly stretched. She squealed like a pig as the dual pain of the shattered orbit of her eye and the brutal thrusting coursed through her.

But so too did desire. He could feel the way her cunt clenched on his cock and knew he would not last long. He smirked under his mask and set a heavy pace, using his free hand to push a plunger into the sink. Then casually as if he were washing her dishes instead of fucking her against her will, he flipped the faucet on.

Laura took a moment to clue into her predicament. The water was filling the sink and her face was starring right down at it. Eyes went wide as the realization of what was going to happen hit. She was being raped. She was going to drown in her sink while being rapped. She screamed, loudly, and began to beg for mercy. This wasn't how she thought it would happen. This hurt so much more, the beating delivered to subdue her.

Annoyed by the yelling, the man fucked her harder, his hips jerking up, smashing his cock into her tight pussy, wrecking it with each powerful motion.The basin was filling up reasonably fast and he gave a hard shove as she screamed again, her feet lifting up off the floor as her face splashed into the water. She shook her head from side to side and tried to keep her nose and mouth out of the liquid, drawing in deep gulps.

Soon however the water was too high and she was shoved under. Her pussy clenched like a vice as her whole head was forced into the water, splashing it about as she thrashed under his grip. The man thrust harder and harder and he was rubbing her in all the right places. The orgasm caught Laura by surprise, suddenly hitting her cunt like a ton of bricks, pleasure sweeping up through her and dooming her. The girls mouth shot open in the now full sink and she screamed out her pleasure - and water rushed in, burning her lungs. Eyes wide she gasped like a fish, but unlike a fish, she could not filter air from the dishwater and it filled her lungs swiftly, sending her body into convulsions.

The last thing that Laura felt was a sudden, liquid heat flooding her innermost channel, causing another orgasm to flush across her. The contract killer deposited his seed with a heady groan, and then pulled out swiftly, as the girls thrashing intensified. Even if he pulled her head out now, he knew it would be of no avail. She'd likely swallowed too much water. But he held her there as her hips jerked and her body bucked, water filling her lungs to the brim. She gave a shaking jerk, and then went limp as she proceeded to void herself all of the kitchen floor.

Well versed in such moments, the man had stood to the side as the target made its mess, and he cut the sink off. He pulled his hand back, shook it off and let the thing go limp, head still in the water, body crumpling against the cabinets. It's legs were spread wide as he fished his phone out and he shot a photo of the remains, cum dripping from bruised and swollen pussy lips, the head still floating in the sink, and piss running down its thighs. Satisfied that he had done the job he'd been paid for, the assassin zipped himself back up and set about to make his get away.

In the end he lit a candle on the counter, opened the oven, and turned it on/. It would take a little while, but soon enough the gas would build up and the whole place would go up like a candle, burning away any physical evidence of what he had done. Thus satisfied, he stepped out of the house, and hit send on his phone, transmitting the photo to the mysterious client that had wanted this Laura done up in such a way. He always sent proof, and once the photo was away, he'd ditch this burner phone like all the rest. Having left the house, he didn't see the message received notice on Laura's phone, tucked away in the living room. It wouldn't survive the fire however, so not even the investigators would notice the oddity of the woman having a photo of her own murder in her inbox.