K/V: Victim
Name: Francine
Age: 23
Sex: F
Characteristic: See image
Scene: Empty parking lot, late night





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Martin drove down the logging trail, humming some old, half remembered country tune. Every so often, there'd be sporadic thumping as the cargo in the back of the truck struggled. He smiled at her persistence. The headlights flashed across an old signpost marking an offcut, and he turned the wheel, driving off the trail and into a small clearing. It was the dead of night, with sporadic cloud cover. Martin turned off the engine, letting it tick over for a couple seconds as he rubbed cold fingers in anticipation.

He inhaled and opened the door, stepping out into the cool night air. The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a revolver. An old .357 with a snub barrel he'd gotten for a carpentry sidegig a couple of years ago. He held it in his right hand, reaching forward to unlock the rear latch of the cargo cab. It swung open as the girl inside made a mad dash for freedom. Martin had been anticipating that, and swiftly kneed her in the stomach as she scrambled out of the truck. She fell over wheezing, the air knocked out of her lungs.

Martin took a moment to appreciate the young woman's body. Slim, athletic body with barely an ounce of fat on it beyond her perky tits and shapely rear end. Golden blonde hair that shone under the moonlight, and a pair of dark blue eyes that shimmered with defiance. Her slender arms were ziptied behind her back. He made a mental note to restrain the legs next time, to prevent any unwanted last minute runaways. Her swearing and shouting was muffled by the multiple strips of tape wrapped around her mouth.

Haley, that was her name, he remembered. He had met her online, where she was advertising herself as a "massage therapist" and a photographer. Well, she had certainly massaged his penis, and had taken a lot of photos. Some of which had leaked online, along with some choice insults from Haley.

"Now, didn't your parents ever tell you about manners, young lady?", Martin asked the girl casually as he pressed the cylinder release latch and dumped out all 6 rounds of jacketed hollow point ammunition into his open palm. Her muffled threats slowly died away as she eyeballed the gun nervously. "Back in the day, when a girl sold herself she didn't have the balls to spread rumors and shit about clients, y'hear?", Martin continued as he pocketed 5 of the bullets and carefully slid the remaining one back into the cylinder. He gave the cylinder a little flick, letting it roll freely for a few seconds before shutting it and pointing the barrel at Haley. He pulled the trigger, and the hammer came down on an empty chamber.

Click.

Haley flinched.

Martin pulled the trigger again.

Click.

There was an acrid scent, and steam rose into the cool midnight air as Haley emptied her bladder in front of him, her piss jetting out all over her legs. Her eyes were clenched shut, tears rolling down her rosy cheeks.

Click. Click.

There was one last chamber to go. Martin got up, walked over to the shivering girl, and placed the muzzle directly against her breast. With his free hand, he ripped the tape away from her mouth. "Any last words? I'll be sure to tell your mom and dad at your funeral", he growled. Haley looked up at her killer and opened her mouth. "Please, don't do this", she whined breathlessly. "I-I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you!"

Martin slowly shook his head left to right. "Ahh, no can do kiddo".

He pulled the trigger.

The gun jumped in his hands, the bullet blasting through her left tit, blowing a grapefruit sized channel through her ribcage, left lung, and spinal cord. It punched out the small of her back in a shower of gore, coating the brush behind her in crimson red. For a moment, she sat still, a dumb expression on her face, as if she could barely believe that a giant hole was in the center of her chest. Then, blood burst from her nose and lips, her blue eyes rolled up, and she slumped over on her side. A pool grew around her torso as shivers wracked her body.

Martin went back to the truck and retrieved Haley's DSLR. He pointed it at the corpse of its former owner and snapped a couple images. He placed the camera back in the truck, hopped into the front seat and drove away, leaving Haley's body to be picked apart by the local animal population.