Camilla spun in her chair and stared at the sterile white walls as she waited for her next patient, a 12-year-old boy by the name of Aaron. The report said he had failed the exam and was due to be executed today, though he hadn't shown up yet.

Camilla mind wandered as she waited. She dreaded these days, when her schedule became filled with massive waves of kids coming in to be killed while their parents try to unleash hell on her for doing her job. She had dealt with so many already today, that she hoped the rest would all suddenly die.

A knock from the door jolted Camilla out of her thoughts. Her eyes bolted to the door, where she noticed a young boy standing in front of the closed door, his eyes red and puffy from crying and his body trembling as if he could break down at any moment. Camilla instinctively stood up from her chair and slowly approached the child.

"You must be Aaron." She says, kneeling down when she reaches him. The boy gives a quick nod, his eyes flickering around the room, trying to avoid her and the chair that stood behind her.

"My name is Camilla." She gentle grasps his arm and softly tugs him to the chair, "I know you are scared, but I swear it is not as bad as you think."

Camilla stands up and starts to slowly and gentle tug Aaron to the chair. He quietly follows her lead, hesitating at the chair for a moment before getting on. Camilla couldn't help but have a small smile, it was so rare for kids to be so compliant and quiet, and even rarer for their parents to not be around, that some part of her had to enjoy the moment. Camilla firmly fastened the restraints around his arms and legs, before sitting down in her chair.

"Do you have any last words or requests?" Cammilla asked, gripping his hands and gentle stroking it with her thumb. He mumbles something but Camilla couldn't hear what he said.

"Can you say that again?" Camilla leans closer to him, so she can hear him.

"I shouldn't be here. A snake bite me, that why I failed. Let me try again." Aaron murmurs again, but he begins repeating it over and over again, and each time he gets louder. Aaron begins struggling against his restraints, trying to break free as he quickly become frantic. Only a few seconds pass before Aaron is screaming and thrashing against the chair.

Camilla jumps from her chair and tries to calm him down. She gentle strokes his face, softly whisper sweet lies, and tenderly peck his face with kisses. Camilla knew from experience that young kids, especially boys, just needed affection and attachment when they began freaking out.

Soon, through Camilla attempts and exhausting himself, Aaron stops fighting and become a sobbing mess saying, "I don't want to die."

Camilla cups Aaron's face, gently stroking away his tears before saying, "There nothing either of us can do now. Don't worry, it's just like falling asleep."

She then let's go and retrieves her syringe from the table. Camilla leans over Aaron face, giving him a warm smile before saying, "I have a trick to make it more enjoyable, if you want."

Aaron gives a slight nod, a hopeful look in his eyes. Camilla leans down a kisses Aarons lips as she slides the syringe into his arm. Camilla almost giggles as she watches his eyes go wide and a shocked gasp escape his mouth.

She begins to steadily injects the poison into Aaron arm, keeping him occupied with their kiss. Once the syringe is empty, she removes it from his arm and tosses it onto the floor. She then cups both sides of Aarons head, deepening their kiss. She listens as pleased moans escape his throat and can't help but feel a little proud of herself.

Camilla continues to kiss Aaron, until she finally feels him take his last breath. Once he is gone, Camilla backs away and looks at his body. He looks so calm and peaceful; many would probably think he was sleeping. Camilla gave a sigh, as she turned away from the boy and began preparing for her next patient while waiting for someone to take Aaron body.

Name: Chloe
Age: 10
Personality: Very shy and easily scared. She quickly results to violence if she feels threatened. She is regretful if she hurt an innocent.
Appearance: As Seen
Apparel: As Seen
Consent: NO to Sex, No to Death
Type of Death: Murder, can be accidental
Setting: You find a poor girl living in an alleyway and decide to take her to your home. Later that night, she gets scared and instinctively attacks you. (You can decide if your intentions were pure of not.)