Name: Krystal
Age: 9
Description: See image. A loudmouthed bratty girl with a bullying streak
Type of Death: Murder
Scenario: Krystal bullies another girl to suicide. Father of the suicide victim decides to take revenge on Krystal.

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"So this is the little whore trying to blackmail my beloved son?", the woman snorted derisively. Alexis, tied to a chair in a dingy basement with a gag in her mouth could only moan in terror.

The old man who had lured her off the street into the back alley smiled sympathetically as he slipped on surgical gloves.

"Get rid of her, and make sure she stays gone", the woman demanded. Turning to Alexis, the woman smirked cruelly. "No one will ever know what happened to you, dear. And judging by your upbringing, no one will care". With those parting words, the woman walked out of the room and slammed the door shut.

The assassin shook his head and walked over to Alexis, who struggled and squirmed to no avail.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a little knife appeared in his gloved hand. The blade shone underneath the single flourescent bulb casting light over the unfortunate 12 year old.

Her eyes practically bulged out of their sockets as she saw the instrument of her impending demise approach. The old man placed the tip against her soft, tan neck, feeling the rapidly beating pulse of blood flow through her jugular.

An acrid scent filled the air, and the assassin looked down with bemusement as urine pooled under Alexis's butt. "Should've taken you to the restroom first", he said. "Now, close your eyes kid, this part will hurt".

He grabbed Alexis by the top of her head firmly and pulled it back, exposing her throat.

The blade slipped into her flesh, and then slid left. It sliced open both arteries, her trachea, and esophagus, parting skin as easily as if it was a congealed pudding.

He pulled the blood slickened knife out with a flourish, as Alexis struggled to breathe, blood bursting forth from the freshly made slit. The assassin pulled her head as far back as it could go, which was quite a bit more than it used to be capable of, courtesy of having had a large portion of neck musculature cut open.

Alexis gurgled in agony, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Blood streamed down, soaking into her blue t-shirt and making it cling to her palm sized breasts and slightly chubby belly. Slowly, her eyelids drooped over her puppy dog brown eyes.

The old man could feel her body relaxing as it shut down. He let go of her hair, and Alexis's head dropped forward, coming to rest at a slight tilt to the right.

"Alright, time to clean up", he hummed to himself cheerfully, undoing the restraints and pulling the girl out of the chair. Her body was heavy and lifeless as he gently laid her down on the cold concrete floor.

Once more the knife came out. He cut away at the front of her shirt and pulled the bloodstained article of clothing off of her corpse, exposing her budding chest to the elements.

He didn't bother with using the knife on the jorts, instead pulling it down her legs and tossing them to the side.

For the job, he had procured a 55 gallon drum of acid. The man picked the girl up and lowered her carefully into the drum, taking care not to splash the liquid. Alexis sunk into the chemical bath in a flurry of bubbles, the acid already eating away at her flesh. The old man closed the lid on the drum and set it aside. Within 24 hours, there would be no recognizable trace of the little girl who had died in that basement.