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2019/05/25
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Name: Liza
Age: 18
Description: See image. Tomboyish college student, loves soccer and baseball.
Type of Death: Murdered by a jealous ex boyfriend
>>5034
Angelina Johnson screamed as the door to her room burst open and a man wearing a grey ninja uniform strolled in. She hurriedly pulled her bed sheets over her naked body, her fingers still sticky with the pussy secretions produced by her masturbation session. "W-Who are you? What are you doing?!" she yelled, her voice wavering in fear.
The man took one look at the teenager and swore. He had been asked to kill a red headed prostitute, but instead he was face to face with a young black schoolgirl. Her eyes slowly shifted to the katana in his hands, stained red with blood. "Please, don't hurt me", she whispered as the man slowly advanced towards her bed. He pulled her out of bed and threw her to the ground.
She squealed and cowered on her ass, her hands raised up in a futile effort to protect her face. The assassin struck, his katana blade plunging point first into her chest. Angelina gasped, blood spraying from her nose and mouth as the sword punctured her left lung. Her hands grasped at the blade, but the assassin pulled it out, slicing her palms apart. The sword plunged down once more, this time going straight through her forehead and out the back. Angelina's eyes rolled up, a final shuddering gasp rattling past her blood flecked lips. Angelina's killer placed one boot against her blood soaked chest and wrenched his katana out of the young girl. Her head dropped back, banging against the hardwood floor. Blood pooled around her head like a crimson halo.
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