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It was his lucky night. The back door to the two bedroom ranch house he'd been casing out for the past month was unlocked. He knew the occupants as if they were his own neighbours.

34 year old male, IT specialist.
32 year old female, branch manager of a regional bank.
8 year old daughter, enrolled at the local elementary school.

The two parents had gone out for the night, leaving their girl alone, secure in the imagined safety of their little upper middle class suburb.

The pistol filled his hand.

He cocked his head and listened intently. Faintly, he heard curse words, the tinny sounds of a videogame being played on a handheld. Slowly, he crept down the hallway, the sounds becoming more audible as he neared the daughter's bedroom. The door was ajar, a sign with "Rebekah" scrawled on it hung from a nail.

The girl was laid out on a sofa, concentrated on a Splatoon match on her Switch. Her chestnut brown hair was done up in twintails. She was wearing a hoodie and shorts, barefoot.

"Come on, you stupid dummy!"
"Aaargh, no not like that!"

Her face grimaced as her team lost another round.
She felt a gloved hand caress her cheek, slowly. Another hand reached down, sliding under her shorts and rubbing her panties.

"Dad, not nowwww" she whined, queuing up another match. "I'm busyyyy".
The hands continued to rub, exploring her slender body. Rebekah furrowed her brow, her heart starting to beat harder and harder. The rubbing increased in frequency. Her face flushed, and she bit her lower lip.
"A-Ah, nnnngh" The Switch dropped from her hands. She grasped the hands as she felt herself reaching the peak, closing her eyes as that familiar tingling reached a crescendo.

The girl came, juices squirting around the hands.

"Haaaaaaaaa".

Rebekah exhaled, her cheeks flushed. She opened her eyes and saw for the first time who was playing with her body. Her eyes widened. The gloved hand covered her face, none too gently. Rebekah's last thought was recognition of the gun in the masked man's hand, a silenced USP like from Counterstrike 2.

He pressed the silenced pistol against the damp spot at the crotch of her shorts and pulled the trigger twice. Two neat holes appeared in her shorts, blood welling and soaking into the fabric.

A muffled scream emerged from under the hand clamped over the girl's face. The muzzle of the silencer pressed against her heaving chest. Another two shots, subsonic hollowpoints plowing through Rebekah's beating heart.

Her eyes rolled up, little fingers white as they scratched futilely against her killer's arms. He felt her go limp a second later. He stood up, placed the gun against Rebekah's temple, and fired once more, drilling a bullet through her brain and coating the sofa in her grey matter.



Name: Minori
Age: 9
Description: See image
Type of Death: Beheading
Scenario: Kidnapped by gangsters over massive debt owed by parents