Something stirred in the night.
He opened his eyes, and listened intently. Slowly, he sat up, reached for the Glock on his bedside table. The familiar heft of the pistol reassured him, as he crept out of the bedroom and peeked around the hallway towards the living room. He moved forward, silent as a cat.

There was another thud, coming from the kitchen. The man hid behind the couch in the living room, gun raised and pointing at the doorway to the kitchen. A few seconds passed and he broke from cover, carefully padding towards the kitchen.

His heartbeat was low, steady. All of his senses were at his disposal, and he entered the kitchen.

The young vagabond had her back turned towards him. He watched for a while, admiring the way her fleshy pink rear wiggled as she grabbed jars of pickles and cans of soda from the fridge. She wasn't wearing anything aside from a yellow raincoat, and he could make out her butthole and slit as she leaned forward, grabbing everything edible her grubby little hands could hold onto.

Finally he spoke.

"Not very polite to break into my home and take my food without asking."

The girl twirled around, dropping the packaged salami slices in her hands in shock.

She stared down at the muzzle of the Glock, the laser module attached to its frame projecting a red dot on her chest.

"Take off the coat, kid".

Wordlessly, she complied, undoing the zipper and letting it fall off her shoulders.

He whistled in appreciation. Her jet black bobcut complimented her healthy rosy skin, black bangs covering her eyes and giving her a mysterious air. The curve of her torso, the two pink nipples on a washboard flat chest rising and falling with each breath, the little hairless V of her pussy leading the eye down to her slim thighs and legs.

"Come over here".

She hesitated, and he raised the gun again, dancing the laser beam across her face.

Slowly, she came towards him.

"On your knees".

She got down, and looked up at him. He pressed the muzzle of his gun against her forehead, and she flinched.
Gently, he brushed her bangs aside. Her eyes flashed with defiance, brows furrowed.

It was at this moment that the man, deciding a gun would be too loud, grabbed a steak knife from his knife tray. He pulled the girl up by her hair and slid the knife in between her 4th and 5th ribs, neatly slicing open her left ventricle.

A girlish gasp escaped her open mouth. He felt her hands squeeze his forearms tight, her body stiffening for a brief moment before slumping forward, like a puppet losing its strings. Blood seeped from the wound, dripping onto the tiled floor. The knife slipped out, and the girl collapsed. He knelt down beside her, brushed aside her bangs once more, admiring the look of shock frozen in her face.

He cut the body up, wrapped each piece in a garbage bag and buried them deep in the mountains, confident in knowing no one would ever come looking.


Name: Megan
Age: 10
Personality: Lazy and pampered single child of a mid level drug dealer
Appearance: As Seen
Apparel: As Seen
Consent: None
Type of Death: Cartel execution
Setting: Home alone, watching TV