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"Oh, dont take it personal, Nana", the killer crooned, his knife tracing over the trembling teenage girl's firm belly. "Your parents shouldn't have gambled The Family's money on bad bets, you're just collateral."

The girl mumbled something, her mouth covered in duct tape. The killer admired her tear streaked visage, her pale flawless skin, the beautiful dark eyes filled with fear. She was tied up and laid out on her bed, her jet black hair curled around her torso, shifting as the girl pulled and tugged at her restraints.

He looked around the bedroom, soaking in the soft, pastel femininity. The faint sweetness of perfume, a wall with whatever pop group was in vogue this year, a desk with a macbook and photos of the girl as a young child. These four walls had witnessed 15 of Nana's 17 years of life. It was only fitting that they would witness her abrupt and terrible end.

Nana saw the knife slide against her tight, form fitting shirt with the cute kitten graphic. Her eyes widened as the blade slid through the fabric, releasing her braless chest from their confines. Her tits swayed as the killer straddled her pelvis, pried open her legs and thrust his cock into her pussy. She could only sob despairingly as the man penetrated her maidenhood, roughly pumping in and out, hands squeezing and kneading her sizeable breasts.

The man grunted, and then sighed, his balls emptying into Nana's virginal snatch. She lay there, her eyes staring up at the ceiling, mind broken.

"Perks of the job, kid."
He grabbed Nana by her luscious black hair and pulled her head up. She didnt react. With a frown, the killer let her head fall back into some pillows.

"I like my prey to have a lil bit of fight in 'em", he grumbled to himself.

The killer picked the knife up from the bed and admired its carbon black steel finish. It would taste blood tonight.

He turned around, got onto the bed again, and knelt in front of the raped and semi-conscious teenager. Without saying a word, he pressed the blade in deep, right under her sternum. With a firm grip, he pulled the knife straight down, stopping right above her pubic mound. Her pale skin split, showing yellow fat and red muscle.

Her eyes, half lidded, shot open.

A muffled scream ripped from her throat, and she began to thrash, blood spilling from the open wound.

"I knew you'd feel that." He grinned, blood rushing in his veins.

He placed the knife down, grabbed the two flaps of belly skin, pulled them apart. Nana was delirious and slipping into shock, and barely felt it as her killer pulled her guts out with both hands.

He reached deep into her chest cavity, delighting in the sensations of a hot blooded animal fighting against a mortal wound. He grasped Nana's pounding heart, palpated it, felt it struggle against the inevitable, felt it slow down, each beat coming slower, growing farther apart in frequency.

And then it was over.

He slid the knife inside her still chest and cut the heart out.

It had been beating regularly, for 17 years. It had been beating 20 minutes ago.
He threw it into a plastic baggy and dropped it into an icebox. A healthy young heart would cover the losses incurred by dear old Dad and Mom.
Name: Alex
Age: 31
Personality: Rough, masculine, aggressive
Appearance: As Seen
Apparel: As Seen
Consent: No to Death, No to Sex
Type of Death: Execution
Setting: Assassin for an influential mob family, is caught in a surprise ambush and taken alive. Up to you to decide how to dispatch her on camera.