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Alicia grunted through the tape wrapped over her mouth and glared at her captor. It had been a few hours since the man had slipped into her home and taken her hostage at gunpoint during her usual Friday night gaming session, and her bladder, filled as it was with energy drinks, was ready to burst.

She had given up on trying to worm her hands out of the tightly tied knot restraining them behind her back. She watched her captor fiddle with a camera on a tripod. Alicia was, despite her bravado, very frightened. She was 12, and her parents had given her the talk about sex, pregnancy, and creeps who would take advantage of young girls like her.

The man muttered to himself and stood. He turned and walked back to Alicia, who was still alternating between brave and scared. She looked up at him, his featureless ski goggles reflecting her own visage back at her. His face was hidden, as was his general build, covered as it was in a parka, cargo pants, and combat boots.

From the small of his back, he procured a knife. It was was carbon coated, the only reflectivity coming from the cutting edge of the blade, where the coating had been worn off in sharpening. Alicia's eyes grew as wide as saucer plates as he straddled her stomach. The man roughly grabbed her by the hem of her shirt, slipped the knife under it, and sliced it open, exposing her chest. Her scream was muffled again by the tape covering her mouth.

The knife continued, the man trailing its point over her pale white belly, watching it contract as Alicia sucked in air, terrified.

He slid the knife over her panties, cutting them away from her body. A slim crown of pubes topped her vagina. Alicia was a virgin, although she had listened in on her classmates talking about their very first sexual encounters with cute boys at school, jealousy in her heart. She would excuse herself to go to the bathroom, and masturbate in a stall, thinking of Simon, the captain of the middle school soccer team.

"Do not worry, I will not take your first time".
For the very first time, the man spoke, his voice distorted by some kind of vocoder. "I am simply here to deliver a message. To your parents."

A pause.

He sounded regretful, even through the voice distortion. "You do not deserve this, but your parents have sinned mightily. This will be a wake up call".

He stood, flipped Alicia onto her stomach, placed a knee on her back and grabbed her by her hair. Alicia squeaked as her head was yanked back painfully. Her head forced up, she looked at the blinking LED of the camera, the blinding lights set up around her to light the scene.

The man placed the edge of his knife against her pale white throat. At that moment, Alicia knew what would be happening. She started to pee. The blade was pushed through her neck, a quick sawing motion separating skin, muscle, and opening her carotid artery, slicing through the cartilage of her larynx. A full half of her neck structure was, for a slim moment, visible to the camera. Then came the torrent of blood gushing out from the severed arteries. Pale yellow puke squirted out of the half open esophagus, Alicia's dinner of reheated Mac n'cheese swimming in Monster Energy pumped out of her stomach from sheer abdominal reflex.

Within a few seconds, Alicia passed out, slipping into shock as blood continued to pour out down her chest, coating her slim breasts in bright red. The man whispered a prayer, and let go of her head, letting it drop to the hardwood floor with a thud.