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There she was. That fucking bitch, Liza. Eric ground his teeth at the sight of the girl - his ex girlfriend - walking into the locker room after splitting off from the others on the baseball team. She'd made the summer league team and was one of the only girls on it. He had not made the cut. The other two forewent the lockers, Erik saw, in favor of a shower at home. That left the 18 year old second base man - woman - alone in that side of the sports complex.

Looking around, Eric realized that this was his chance. He trod across the field, pausing to snag a bat - her bat - from the dugout where it lay. The little tomboy cunt would pay for standing him up, he knew. Eric swung the bat a few times, getting a feel for it. He hadn't made the team in part because the summer league didn't offer up the position of designated hitter. He couldn't catch for shit, but Eric could swing with the best of them.

He found her in the shower. Liza was nude, and a sight to behold. Tomboyish in hair did not mean tomboyish in figure, and though she wasn't the biggest titted girl that Eric had seen, she had plenty of womanly curves. He'd remembered her breasts bobbing above his head not too long ago, and the anger fueled him on. She'd denied him, and that was the end of that. She'd pay.

Liza was humming away, some incessant pop tune that Eric couldn't stand. She had her eyes closed, head back, and the water was running down her tan lined front. He could see the bitch had recently shaved her cunt. All the more to make it appealing to one of the other girls on the team, Eric figured. No way she'd ditch a man like him for some other stud. She had to be a dyke. Too busy munching some other girls rug to give him the time of day. Which was a damn shame, since he knew she was hell on wheels at fucking, but was pathetic when it came to ducking a dick.

Well, Eric thought to himself as he moved into the open shower area, readying his attack, she'd never suck, or fuck, anything ever again.

The first that Liza realized she was not alone was when the bat whistled in the damp air. Confusion passed over her face as her eyes opened, just in time for pain to bloom up from her knee. As dead on as he ever was, the bat crashed into Liza, shattering her right kneecap with proficient force, buckling her leg and sending her to floor, clutching it in agony.

"AYEEEEEAAAARGHHH!" She wailed as tears sprung forth and she rocked, naked on the floor, back and forth.

"Never gonna run home again bitch," Eric said, panting after the firs swing, a malicious gleam in his gaze. The girl had dumped him. In front of his friends. She was going to pay for the mistake. She was sobbing and blubbering, screaming at him and gasping for air. Her leg was up, clutched against her chest and she was on her back. The other leg was splayed out to the side, heel digging into the wet tile, trying to find purchase, to push her back from him.

It left her cunt exposed, and looking at those perfect folds, Eric felt rage well up again. Pulling back, he swung that bat like it was a golf club, aimed right at her pretty snatch. TWUNK!! A smack of bat on flesh, and the girls screams intensified. "HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT?" Eric shouted. He'd felt something break between the girls legs. The blow had smashed her pelvic bone. The bat rose, the bat fell, and Liza's ankle shattered next. Then her left elbow, with a viscous swing. Panting, another swing, and the right shoulder cracked and dissented. She was barely aware at that point, the pain too much.

Eric gasped, looking down. He'd covered her in bruises, and Liza's eyes had this listless look about her. He grunted and hefted the bat again, his arms tired. "Hey, batter, batter, batter," he muttered, taking his stance. She blinked, looking up at him, eyes widening a bit as realization dawned. She couldn't raise her arms though, or summon the breath to scream. She could only open her mouth as she heard him say, "Swing, batter batter, SWING!"

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They found her there that next morning, her body dripping wet from a shower that had gone long cold. It had washed away the mess she'd made when Eric had killed her. From the looks of the damage and the report after, the final blow had shattered the girls right orbital socket and smashed in the side of her skull. Death had been almost instant. Unfortunately, the water washed away all the physical evidence on sight. And Eric had taken care of the wooden bat, burning it to ashes later that night at a bonfire party for the team.

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Name: Mikaru Kote
Age: 23
Description: See image
Death: Mikaru works at the local coffee shop and stayed late one night to close up. Unfortunately, an irate customer takes out their anger in revenge for a badly made latte!