Name: Ken
Age: 12
Description: See image. A stoic young lad with a sense of honor.
Type of Death: Execution
Scenario: After losing a quick battle to an invading force, all males in Ken's tribe were put to the sword.



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The assassin pulled down his facemask, turned on the GoPro clipped to his vest and kicked down the bedroom door. The three kids inside looked up from their intense lovemaking, shock barely registering on their faces before he opened fire, his semiautomatic shotgun spitting 12 gauge tungsten slugs at a rapid rate.

Mei Shao's face flew apart into chunks, blood and brain matter spraying across the room as 3 slugs cratered through her forehead and cheeks. The lithe asian, now missing a large percentage of her head, fell backwards. Her tight pussy relaxed, releasing a stream of piss that seeped into the bedsheets. Amy Johnson squealed in terror, raising her hands in a futile attempt to ward off death. The 11 year old recieved 5 slugs through her slim neck in return, completely separating her head from her shoulders. The headless girl slumped forward, blood pulsing from her ragged neck stump in a pressurized stream.
Her head dropped to the floor, rolled for a few meters, the stopped with Amy's face upright, frozen in shock.

The assassin felt the shotgun bolt lock back on an empty tube, and dropped it to the ground. He reached down to his leg and unsheathed a machete. Peter frantically pushed Amy's corpse off his now limp cock and scrambled backwards, falling off the bed. The boy backed up until his back hit the wall. "Wait, please stop! Why are you doing this!?", Peter blubbered. The assassin didn't bother to answer, instead grabbing the boy by the shoulder and stabbing the machete into his soft stomach. Peter gasped, barely able to comprehend what was happening. He looked down at the large knife stuck in his belly, then looked up at the masked face of his killer. The assassin pulled the machete down, slicing open Peter's stomach. Guts tumbled out of the large gash, dropping down and around his shaking legs. Peter fell back against the wall, then slid down onto his butt. He clutched the thick intestinal tubes and tried to shove them back inside, to no avail.

The assassin pulled the machete out, then raised it above his head. With a grunt, he slashed it down, embedding it deep into Peter's skull. The boy went rigid for a second, his eyes rolling up, then relaxed.

"Good job, Mister Asssassin, your money will arrive in your bank account in 20 minutes." The high pitched voice of a young girl came across his headset. "Thank you", he muttered as he stepped over Mei's corpse on his way out.