The ocean waves rolled in as the tropical sun slipped beneath the horizon, casting long blue shadows across the white sand of the remote Pacific island.

The waning sun filtered through the palms, giving the dangling bodies of a dozen young islander girls a lovely glow, their slim corpses hung from a makeshift gallows, their tan flesh streaked with sweat from their final exertions.

A single girl was left glaring down at the man slipping the noose around her neck.

"My father will avenge me!" she yelled, tears rolling down her face as the knot was tightened and placed under her right ear. The masked man simply smiled condescendingly.

"Your father is currently in several pieces at the bottom of the Pacific ocean, Rika my dear".

He unceremoniously kicked the stool that Rika was standing on.

Rika let out a sharp, high pitched scream that was abruptly cut off as the rope bit into her neck, shutting off her airways and arteries. Her big brown eyes rolled up as her athletic legs kicked and reached for a non-existent foothold. She squirmed in mid air, and the masked man admired her toned abdomen flexing in a desperate bid to suck in at least one more lungful of air.

Slowly, the lack of oxygen and blood shut off her brain, and the young lass went limp, face already turning a deep red. Drool leaked from the corner of her lips, and with a final shiver, urine dribbled down her legs.


Name: Sara McLennan
Age: 12
Personality: Happy, cheerful, pampered.
Appearance: (in picture)
Apparel: (in picture)
Consent: None
Type of Death: Decapitation
Setting: At home