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8:23PM, Sunday.

A house empty of adult supervision, and two young lovebirds anticipating a long night ahead.

Dustin sat on the bed, watching as Jiahui undressed, her shorts and panties dropping to the floor. The boy felt his cock pulse and stiffen, a growing bulge tenting his own briefs. He watched with wide eyes as his girlfriend padded over to his bed, her bare pussy glistening in anticipation.

Her scent was sweet, a faint hint of strawberry, filling his nostrils as she embraced him, her slender fingers pulling his underwear down to his knees, grasping his pole and guiding it into her slit. Dustin held her shoulders, grunting as he pressed his hips deep into her, breaking past her maidenhood. She gasped, her hands gripping his arms tightly, blood seeping down from her broken hymen.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned. Dustin had done some research beforehand, and knew what taking Jiahui's first time would entail, but her squeak of pain still shocked him.

"I-I'm fine", she answered breathlessly. "Lets keep going".

*CRASH*

The sound of breaking glass interrupted their lovemaking.

"What was that?" the girl asked.

Dustin pushed her off and stood up, still bare from the torso down, his cock swinging. "Stay here, I'll go see", he said, mustering up a sudden source of macho bravery. He grabbed his baseball bat and crept out to the hallway, staring down at the living room. One of the windows had been smashed, window curtains waving in the night breeze.

"Who's there?" he shouted, holding his bat up.

"I'm here".

A gloved hand clamped over Dustin's mouth, another hand grasping his forehead. Before he could even scream, the stranger twisted the boy's head almost 180 degrees with brutal strength. A sickening crack could be heard as Dustin's spinal column separated, cutting his short life to an instant end.

The masked stranger gently let Dustin down to the carpeted floor.

"Dustin? Are you okay?"

The high pitched voice of a young girl called out from the bedroom. The stranger sighed, and opened the door.

Jiahui took one look at the dark figure, the body of her boyfriend laying prostrate underfoot with head resting at an impossible angle, and screamed.

She would have continued screaming, but for the stranger bounding across the room, a hair thin razor wire spooling from a wrist mounted reel. The wire wrapped itself around the girl's pale neck, and with the same raw strength that snapped Dustin's neck, cleanly separated Jiahui's pretty head from her shoulders.

The headless girl slumped over, bright red blood spraying from the neck stump. Her head flew up, a dumbfounded expression frozen on her cute oval face. The stranger caught the head in mid-air, and turned it around.

Jiahui looked at the masked stranger, shock and anger mixing together as she tried to speak. No words came out from her tongue, try as she might, as her head no longer had a connection to her vocal chords and lungs. She looked at her killer, the reality of her death quickly sinking in. As her brain shut down, tears welled up in her eyes, a single rivulet of blood dripping from the corner of her soft lips.

The stranger placed the head on the bed, besides its former body. Dustin's corpse was dragged into the room and placed besides Jiahui. The stranger arranged the bodies together in an embrace,