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 No.9690

If you wanna see the rest of the chapters, comment if you liked the story and i'll post them.





Daniel gets up on a large plastic bucket. He liked to do that every time he was about to say something important. It
also helped with his small stature. Two pairs of eyes were already locked on him. No one else is there, inside this old,
rusty, dirt filled warehouse. There were no doors to breach through. It was their hideout, the special place where their
twisted and dark thoughts weren't met with sighs, parent frenzy and talks of "puberty's difficulties".

"I hereby announce the first official meeting of the "Murder Club", he said in his young voice. He was only 12 years old,
but he was smart, certainly the smartest of the group, a cynical nature, his short haircut giving him a kind of geeky look.
Girly clapping followed this announcement. In front of Daniel, sat two girls. The first had long, curly blonde hair and her
large, excited smile showed off her braces. Annita was 15 and she was the more energetic, quirky and sadistic of the bunch.

Next to her, contrasting her colorful look, a goth girl by the name of Frederique, or "Fred" as the other two called her
now - weirdly enough, she didn't mind. With dark hair, clothes and attitude, she was the oldest of the group, aged 16.

The boy continued. "We will now draw to see who gets to choose first", he said, and produced three pencils, all held in his
right hand, so that only one side was visible. Both girls pulled their chosen pencil at the same time. Frederique's was the
shortest. "Ok Fred, you win", Daniel concluded. "Who is the first victim?"


VICTIM NUMBER ONE: SUSAN WILLIAMS



Frederique always despised the popular girls in her school. Those with the fake personalities, who, on the surface
liked everyone, but never failed to talk shit behind their backs. The superficial, hot chicks who, at the end of the day,
didn't care about anyone but their own "status". Susan was the worst, at least in Frederique's book. Having dated the guy
that Frederique had a crush on during the first year of high-school, might have played a part in her decision. She had the
slim, but curvy body, and the full breasts that Frederique secretly wished she had. At 17 years of age, she was a catch and
she knew it, taking very good care of her appearance, accentuated by her expensive, sexy outfits.

The kids waited for the right time, which didn't take long to come. Susan's parents would be out of town for the weekend.
And she would have the house to herself.

It was late at night. The kids made their way towards the peaceful suburban home. Daniel had planned everything and
brought everything they would need in a small bag. Annita, hidden in the bushes along the road, watched with her favorite
binoculars the teenage-girl getting ready for bed, her silky nightgown already on. They had to act fast, before the girl
could turn the alarm system on. Seeings Annita's phone-call (all cellphones had been set to vibrate), the two kids moved
closer, climbing the fence behind the entrance. They knew there was a backdoor, leading to the kitchen. The goth girl, who
had spend a lot of her private time practicing lock-picking, didn't take long to open the door. The victim's bedroom was
located on the 1st floor of the two-storey house.

As soon as Annita saw the two were inside the house - they signaled her - , with another phone-call to proceed to the next
stage. Annita shined a flashlight on Susan's window, flicking it on and off. The girl was confused by the strange sight and
went closer her to the window to see the source. Before she could see anything, a pair of small hands grabbed her arms,
pinning them to her sides. Before she could utter a scream, a chloroform soaked rag was pressed over her mouth and nose,
another hand keeping the back of her head from turning away from the fumes. Shocked and panicked, the girl quickly inhaled
the sedative, and was out in seconds.



It would look like a pretty convincing suicide. A sponge had been shoved in the girl's mouth and tied there with an
scarf, gently placed over the victim's lips. No sign of a forceful gag would be ever visible. A pair of boxing gloves had
been put on her arms, and the laces tied them tightly together behind her back, as to avoid any scars from struggling on her
wrists.

While Annita and Daniel prepared the dark-brown haired girl and made the noose out of the Susan's bathrobe belt, Frederique
was making the perfect suicide note. Susan's school notes had a pretty big vocabulary, big enough to construct a good
suicide letter. Frederique photocopied each word, then cut and rearrange them in the order she wanted. Finally, she scanned
her collage on Susan's scanner, then traced her pen over the scanned version. In the end, it looked like the victim's
geniune writing style.

The best part was that Frederique had found out that Susan had recently been dumped by a college kid, and was very upset
about it. Her letter paid much attention to that "heartbreak", something Frederique was more than proud of, after reading
so many dark-romantic poems.

Finally, the restrained victim was coming to her senses. Daniel and Annita quickly lifted her onto her deskchair and passed
the noose, that was tied of the ceiling fan, around her neck, before sliding it snuggly around it. The girl was still
dizzy, but now stood on her own two feet. She could not do much, but whine in her gag, as she realized the severity of her
predicament.

"Is everything set?", asked Daniel, in a casual tone. "Just one more thing", said Frederique. She approached the frightened
girl, making her flinch and widen her eyes. She steadied her boot on the chair, the only thing keeping Susan from hanging.
Tears were now streaming from her victim's eyes, and as she frantically shook her head, moaning and begging her not to do
this, Frederique uttered: "this is for Ben, you stuck-up bitch!" and kicked the chair over.



The young girl was in the air, her own neck keeping her from touching the floor, which was only a few inches away. The
kids watched the girl squirm silently, the pressure on her neck, together with the sponge inside her mouth, muffling any
gurgling attempts at breathing.

"Can i hold her feet?" asked Annita, enjoying the way the girl kicked her nude legs back and forth. "Ok, as long as you
don't leave any marks", agreed Daniel. The girl, whose face had turned purple now, had resulted in long stretches of her
beautiful legs, in any direction, trying to find something, anything, to grip on. "Her bed and her office are so far away,
i don't know why she bothers", chuckled the blonde girl, and held the dying girl's ankles, securely in her hands. Daniel
and Fred sat on the girl's bed, bored of waiting standing up.

After 3 or 4 minutes, it was obvious their first victim didn't have much time left, her strength slowly leaving her. After
a few "last minute" muscle spasms, she layed there, swaying only by the push of her last spasm. "Ok, we gotta go, untie and
ungag her, but don't touch anything else", adviced young Daniel, putting a chair next to Susan's to reach her. He stopped
to avoid the urine, wetting the girl's nightgown, panties and carpet, and dribbling down her lifeless legs.

 No.9691

i don't know why it displays it like this.

 No.9693

Likely a formatting issue of some sort. If you type it in notepad, click "Format" and see if "Word Wrap" is on. If it is, turn it off.

 No.9698


Daniel gets up on a large plastic bucket. He liked to do that every time he was about to say something important. It also helped with his small stature. Two pairs of eyes were already locked on him. No one else is there, inside this old, rusty, dirt filled warehouse. There were no doors to breach through. It was their hideout, the special place where their twisted and dark thoughts weren't met with sighs, parent frenzy and talks of "puberty's difficulties".

"I hereby announce the first official meeting of the "Murder Club", he said in his young voice. He was only 12 years old, but he was smart, certainly the smartest of the group, a cynical nature, his short haircut giving him a kind of geeky look. Girly clapping followed this announcement. In front of Daniel, sat two girls. The first had long, curly blonde hair and her large, excited smile showed off her braces. Annita was 15 and she was the more energetic, quirky and sadistic of the bunch.

Next to her, contrasting her colorful look, a goth girl by the name of Frederique, or "Fred" as the other two called her now - weirdly enough, she didn't mind. With dark hair, clothes and attitude, she was the oldest of the group, aged 16.

The boy continued. "We will now draw to see who gets to choose first", he said, and produced three pencils, all held in his right hand, so that only one side was visible. Both girls pulled their chosen pencil at the same time. Frederique's was the shortest. "Ok Fred, you win", Daniel concluded. "Who is the first victim?"


VICTIM NUMBER ONE: SUSAN WILLIAMS



Frederique always despised the popular girls in her school. Those with the fake personalities, who, on the surface liked everyone, but never failed to talk shit behind their backs. The superficial, hot chicks who, at the end of the day, didn't care about anyone but their own "status". Susan was the worst, at least in Frederique's book. Having dated the guy that Frederique had a crush on during the first year of high-school, might have played a part in her decision. She had the
slim, but curvy body, and the full breasts that Frederique secretly wished she had. At 17 years of age, she was a catch and she knew it, taking very good care of her appearance, accentuated by her expensive, sexy outfits.

The kids waited for the right time, which didn't take long to come. Susan's parents would be out of town for the weekend. And she would have the house to herself.

It was late at night. The kids made their way towards the peaceful suburban home. Daniel had planned everything and brought everything they would need in a small bag. Annita, hidden in the bushes along the road, watched with her favorite binoculars the teenage-girl getting ready for bed, her silky nightgown already on. They had to act fast, before the girl could turn the alarm system on. Seeings Annita's phone-call (all cellphones had been set to vibrate), the two kids moved
closer, climbing the fence behind the entrance. They knew there was a backdoor, leading to the kitchen. The goth girl, who had spend a lot of her private time practicing lock-picking, didn't take long to open the door. The victim's bedroom was located on the 1st floor of the two-storey house.

As soon as Annita saw the two were inside the house - they signaled her - , with another phone-call to proceed to the next stage. Annita shined a flashlight on Susan's window, flicking it on and off. The girl was confused by the strange sight and went closer her to the window to see the source. Before she could see anything, a pair of small hands grabbed her arms, pinning them to her sides. Before she could utter a scream, a chloroform soaked rag was pressed over her mouth and nose, another hand keeping the back of her head from turning away from the fumes. Shocked and panicked, the girl quickly inhaled
the sedative, and was out in seconds.



It would look like a pretty convincing suicide. A sponge had been shoved in the girl's mouth and tied there with an scarf, gently placed over the victim's lips. No sign of a forceful gag would be ever visible. A pair of boxing gloves had been put on her arms, and the laces tied them tightly together behind her back, as to avoid any scars from struggling on her wrists.

While Annita and Daniel prepared the dark-brown haired girl and made the noose out of the Susan's bathrobe belt, Frederique was making the perfect suicide note. Susan's school notes had a pretty big vocabulary, big enough to construct a good suicide letter. Frederique photocopied each word, then cut and rearrange them in the order she wanted. Finally, she scanned her collage on Susan's scanner, then traced her pen over the scanned version. In the end, it looked like the victim's
geniune writing style.

The best part was that Frederique had found out that Susan had recently been dumped by a college kid, and was very upset about it. Her letter paid much attention to that "heartbreak", something Frederique was more than proud of, after reading so many dark-romantic poems.

Finally, the restrained victim was coming to her senses. Daniel and Annita quickly lifted her onto her deskchair and passed the noose, that was tied of the ceiling fan, around her neck, before sliding it snuggly around it. The girl was still dizzy, but now stood on her own two feet. She could not do much, but whine in her gag, as she realized the severity of her predicament.

"Is everything set?", asked Daniel, in a casual tone. "Just one more thing", said Frederique. She approached the frightened girl, making her flinch and widen her eyes. She steadied her boot on the chair, the only thing keeping Susan from hanging. Tears were now streaming from her victim's eyes, and as she frantically shook her head, moaning and begging her not to do this, Frederique uttered: "this is for Ben, you stuck-up bitch!" and kicked the chair over.



The young girl was in the air, her own neck keeping her from touching the floor, which was only a few inches away. The kids watched the girl squirm silently, the pressure on her neck, together with the sponge inside her mouth, muffling any gurgling attempts at breathing.

"Can i hold her feet?" asked Annita, enjoying the way the girl kicked her nude legs back and forth. "Ok, as long as you don't leave any marks", agreed Daniel. The girl, whose face had turned purple now, had resulted in long stretches of her beautiful legs, in any direction, trying to find something, anything, to grip on. "Her bed and her office are so far away, i don't know why she bothers", chuckled the blonde girl, and held the dying girl's ankles, securely in her hands. Daniel and Fred sat on the girl's bed, bored of waiting standing up.

After 3 or 4 minutes, it was obvious their first victim didn't have much time left, her strength slowly leaving her. After a few "last minute" muscle spasms, she layed there, swaying only by the push of her last spasm. "Ok, we gotta go, untie and ungag her, but don't touch anything else", adviced young Daniel, putting a chair next to Susan's to reach her. He stopped to avoid the urine, wetting the girl's nightgown, panties and carpet, and dribbling down her lifeless legs.

 No.9699

fixed

 No.9700

Nice story, I like it.

 No.9702

here's the second chapter.


It's 2:00 p.m.. A strong wind picks up dust, outside the old warehouse, broken glass windows, a half-opened sliding door. Their parents didn't expect them home until 3:00. Daniel writes on a piece of paper, with a rather small pencil, something that looks like a list. Frederique is sitting on a steel barrel, drawing macabre pictures on her sketchbook, half-listening to a story Annita lively narrates. "I think i've got the plan ready", Daniel finally exclaims.



VICTIM NUMBER TWO: MISS DATOME



Daniel was always a good student. Studying wasn't a big deal for him, nor did the subjects pose a real test. It was with authority figures, like his teacher, Miss Datome, he had problems with. She taught history in his 7th grade class. The way she often disciplined him, with an arrogant look of self-importance, rubbed the boy the wrong way. His defiance over her also reflected on his bad grades on her subject, regardless of test results. She was the kind of teacher that boys would love, simply because of the 35 year-old's italian, curvy physique, clear through the buttoned shirts and knee-high skirts she wore everyday. Her bosom alone made kids lose their focus during classes, but Daniel hated her uptight attitude. She had to go.

Luckily for them, there wasn't a need for a note, this time. The boy had noticed the antidepressant and painkiller pills she usually gulped down during recess. All it would take was to administer an overdose. And Daniel knew the way to do it.



The final bell rung. A sea of students flooded the corridors, joyfully discussing the weekend's activities. It was Friday, and that meant that Miss Datome, as the school's registrar, had to stay longer to finish some paperwork. Daniel knocked at the office door. "Come in", she heard the soon to be victim. "Miss Datome, i wanted to ask you about my grade in the last test". The teacher sighed. "Daniel, you know i'm not going to up your grade, so just move along, i'm busy", the woman dismissed him.

The door opened again, and two girls entered. They closed the office's blinds and approached her, each holding a pocket knife. "What are you two doing here? What are those knives for?" The woman got up from the chair and moved towards them. "I should expel you right here and now for carrying those, so...Aaah", she fell to the ground, Daniel's taser had work swell. The woman twiched on the floor, still paralyzed from the electric shock. The girls got to work quickly, taping her hands behind her back, her ankles together, then shutting up her incoherent groans with the tape. "It is soft, surgical tape, so it won't leave any marks", Daniel explained. They positioned their captive on her office chair, and connected her legs on the chair's base with tape, then wrapping it around her chest and the chair's back, to make sure she wouldn't go anywhere. Miss Datome had regained her strength at this point, and was furious at them, screaming through the tape and stomping her legs. They would get in SOOOOO much trouble when she got free.

Annita locked the door after checking outside to make sure the field was clear. Frederique searched through the teacher's handbag, where she found the pills, vital for the kids' plan. She handed them to Daniel. They were about forty pills inside a small, plastic bottle. They were more than enough to kill an adult human. "Ok, steady her head", he said to the girls, who obeyed happily. At that moment, the bound woman realized that this was far worse than a mean joke. She jerked on her bonds, the girls holding her head next to the open bottle, that Daniel had brought near her face.

Just then, a knock on the door startled them. "Cleaning!" they heard an older woman's voice. Annita immediately placed her blade's razor across the victim's neck and whispered in her ear: "Tell her your busy or i'll slit your fucking throat", she said, removing the tapegag from her mouth. "I'm busy right now!", uttered the woman as confident as someone who is ready to piss their pants in terror would do. "Tell her to come back in a couple of hours", commanded the little girl again, and her captive obeyed, with a clearer voice this time. "Ok Miss Datome, have a nice weekend", said the cleaning lady and left.



The kids continued with their plan, the busty teacher now teary-eyed at her misfortune. "Please...kids, don't do this, you're so young,...i beg you..." she softly begged them. She was no longer that same person that ruled everyone in the classroom, that attitude was long gone. Daniel kept his cold stare, and simply said, "open your mouth", bringing the bottle to her lips. She tried to shift her face away from it, moaning negatively "m-m...m-m", like a baby that didn't like its meal.

Annita knew what to do, and pinched the woman's nose shut, cutting her air supply. She was now doomed, only biting time struggling, before her air would run out and she would open her mouth to inhale. As soon as she did, Daniel threw a large chunk of the bottle's contents inside her mouth, before taping it shut. They weren't done yet, though, as the teacher refused to swallow, resuming her futile struggles. "She doesn't quit, does she?" joked Frederique. Annita held the woman's head upwards, holding her nose shut, while Daniel teased her throat reflexes by massaging her neck. "We did this with our dog, so she'd swallow her medicine", explained Daniel.

The woman was struggling and moaning, fighting to keep the pills from going down. Gravity pushed them a bit, making her produce muffled choking sounds. Bored by the endless procedure, Fred roughly squeezed the woman's nipple. *GULP*, finally the sound they were after, was heard. The unexpected intense pain had caused the woman to instinctively swallow most of the antidepressant pills.



"Finally, fucking bitch took ages!" sighed Annita, letting go of the woman's hair. "How long till she kicks it?" asks Fred. "About 30 to 40 minutes, i think", said Daniel. "Good think i brought my sketchbook", the goth-girl replied.

The kids sat around their bound and gagged victim, Daniel chatting with Fred about the lethal dosage of various drugs, while Annita was straddling Miss Datome's lap, poking her face with her fingers and teasing her. At first, the woman had the spark to protest and try to call for help, in the hopes that someone might listen to her muffled screams. As the minutes progressed, she got weaker and begun pleading with her captors for mercy, even though they didn't even return her looks, well, except for Annita, who casually asked her gagged victim what she thought death would feel like.

After 45 minutes, she was almost out of it, her head shifting from side to side, a light moan escaping once in a while. Annita had been bored with her, Daniel was playing with his 3DS, Fred was drawing. Finally, she closed her eyes and laid there, still, bound in her chair, her heart given out. Daniel places his finger on the side of her neck, and casually announced, "no pulse, she's dead". The kids removed the tape from their victim and placed her head on the desk, next to the empty bottle of drugs. The teacher's body was discovered by a shocked cleaning lady, two hours after she had knocked.

 No.9736

Surely Annita and Frederique aren't getting out of this club alive...

 No.9761

I'm loving this so far. The elegant brevity is a refreshing balance to the more long form stories one usually sees. Not that more development would be unwelcome of course.

 No.9785

Great story - keep the chapters coming!

 No.10089

Thanks for the support. Here's part 3 of the series:



Daniel and Frederique were hanging around in the old warehouse, as usual. She was reading him a poem of hers, one of the many ones, when Annita stormed in. "I'LL KILL THE FUCKING BITCH, I SWEAR I'LL KILL HER!" Both the kids' heads turned. "I want her dead soooo bad", the girl kept going on and on. "I want her to suffer"! She was breathing heavily from excitement and anger. "Finally", Fred commented with the same low, monotone voice. It's been weeks since it was Annita's turn, and she could not make up her mind.


VICTIM NUMBER THREE: STACY PETERSON



Killing one of Annita's class-mates wouldn't take so much work, if Annita didn't want precise specifications. So, preparations begun 10 days before the actual day of the murder. No one was happy about it, but Daniel said it had to be done. When they had everything set up, Annita got to set the trap.

It was so easy. During recess she sneaked next to Stacy's schoolbag, and without any witnesses, slipped in a note in the front pocket (Stacy would surely search there) , simply writing:

"I'VE SEEN HOW YOU LOOK AT ME, I LIKE YOU, TOO. MEET ME IN THE OLD WAREHOUSE, AFTER SCHOOL.

GEORGE XXX"

Annita knew how in love with him Stace was. She'd never stop talking about George, a guy from Frederique's year. It was an invitation she would not decline.



When the last bell rang, all three kids run to their favorite place, and waited for Stacy to arrive. The girl, a thin, short chick with straight brown hair up to her shoulders, entered with a nervous smile on her face. "George?", she waited for an answer, but no one replied. The next moment, the girl felt a rag, violently pressing over her mouth and nose. She tried to pull away but before she could, she saw a boy and an older girl hold her securely, by each hand. She screamed into the soaked rag, which muffled most of the sound. She quickly became weaker and weaker until she fell unconscious into the stranger's hands.

When the girl opened her eyes, she saw a goth-girl's face, the blue sky surrounding it. The unknown girl kept walking, holding Stacy in her arms, while Annita, which Stacy immediately recognized, was holding her legs, tied up with rope. They moved in an empty dirt field, no one in sight, no apparent destination. Regardless, their victim didn't like where they were going.

The young girl flailed aimlessly, trying to free herself from the girls' grasp, but her hands were also tied behind her back. The victim tried to protest her freedom, but the duct tape placed on her mouth, prevented her from making a case. "How much more do we have to walk? she's tiring my back with all her twitching", complained Frederique. "Not much", Daniel reassured her. He was holding something that looked like an oxygen tank.

After 5 more minutes of Stacy's annoying struggles, they stopped. Stacy was placed down on the ground, where another piece of rope was fastened to her wrists, and pulled to her ankles, forcing her into a strict hogtie.



There was a sign that read "CONSTRUCTION SIGHT - ROAD PAVING". The road was to be paved tomorrow. Daniel walked near a tiny hill of dirt and pulled a dirty cover that was laid down, revealing a large hole. The kids had been digging for 3 hours each day, after school and at sneaking out of their places at night, to finish this. It was a 5 feet deep, 5 feep long, 2 feet wide hole that was destined to be Stacy's final resting place.

At the sight of it, the girl started screaming, panicked, making the connection herself "MMMMMM.. MMMMMM..MMMMMMM!!!!". "Shut up or i'll chloroform you again, and that will be the last sound you make!" Annita threatened her. The screams were reduced to soft, crying moans, as the kids pulled out the shovels that had been left inside the hole.

"Wait", said Fred. "What?" the other two enquired. "We should take her panties, too", said the gothgirl. "It'll help me frame George easier, than by just planting the letter on him." Daniel thought about it and agreed. After untying her legs, they lifted Stacy's jean-skirt up, and Frederique with a smooth pull removed her white panties, which had a small, pink bow at the front. They retied the hogtie, the girl's tears flowing without stop, She looked defeated, like she had given up.

Daniel then, produced the oxygen tank, he was carrying all this time. He had stolen it from his dementia-ill grandmother, ("It's fine she's got another one"). It had a mask attached to it, which he fastened over Stacy's face, before turning the valve on. "This should last about 2 to 3 hours, depending on hyperventilation", Daniel explained, once again. "Good", Annita replied.



It was time. The kids picked up their victim, the urgency of her burial, making her renew her struggling efforts, but to no avail. She was quickly looking up at all three of her captors, her field of vision now much more narrow than at first. She shook her head, as the first wave of dirt fell on her body, soon followed by another, her muffled screeching not warming any of the kids' heart. "Who's rolling their eyes now, Stacy, eeeeh??!" Annita yelled, pouring the most amount of dirt that had already half-covered the girl.

"What did she do to you?", asked Daniel. "She looked at me funny, like she was disgusted by me, and then she ROLLED HER FUCKING EYES AT ME!" Annita shoveled dirt faster. "That's it?", Frederique said with a smile that embodied "what-the-fuck?" "Yeah, answered Annita and they all continue shoveling. Unable to kick off any dirt, her hogtie keeping her immobile, the girl could not hold off for longer, and was soon covered completely by the dirt, only slight movements of it, betraying that there was a living person underneath. But that fainted as well and as the kids were finished, the hole was completely filled. Stacy was in for a long, nightmarish death.

The young victim's pitiful, fearful moans could still be heard under 5 feet. The kids sat around Stacy Peterson's grave, chatting and discussing other creative ways of murder, until after 2,5 hours, when they realized that no sound was coming from under the ground, anymore.

The next day, the construction didn't pay any attention to the particular spot, asphalt was paved on it, and any chances of Stacy's body being discovered, were eliminated.

 No.11343

a small bump.

 No.11360

Can we get more?

 No.11602

I'm excited to see more of these

 No.12428

Thanks. I am planning on doing more chapters. I will post them on this thread once a finish them.

 No.12430

Any eta on the new chapters or just "the future"?

 No.12505

>>12430

Not sure, but hopefully within the next month or two.

 No.12714

4th chapter of the series. Hope you enjoy.


The gang is hanging out in their usual spot. About three months have passed since the latest killing, and all has gone well, for the three friends, that is. Their victims, on the other hand, had suffered three terrible, terrible deaths, in the hands of these ruthless children. Daniel had advised that a small break was necessary, for the heat to cool off, and the small town they lived in to return to normalcy. As a result, the after-school meetings consisted of little more than of Frederique's macabre poetry, Daniel's trivia vomit, and Annita's innocent child-games. And of course, a lot, but a lot of discussions over who, how, and why, deserved to die.

All this was history. Today, as Daniel prepared the same old pencil trick, as he had the first time, Annita could not contain herself with excitement, shaking from head to toe, while Frederique, the expressionless goth, sported a restrained smile, something rarer than an full eclipse. "It's time for another murder round", announced Daniel, adding some flair to his presentation. As they two teenage girls pulled their respective pencils simultaneously, Annita screeched from joy, causing both the other kids to clasp their hands over their ears. The little ball of energy that was Annita, had won the raffle. She would get to kill someone for the second time in a row.



VICTIM NUMBER FOUR: ADRIANNA PENNERO



The blonde girl had decided that she wanted to snuff the woman that babysat her for 2 and a half years as a little kid. The cute, college girl of Mexican origins, was babysitting 6 year old Annita, while her parents were away for business, or out on an intimate night. She wasn't an irresponsible or abusing babysitter per se, but always did the bare minimum, regarding the child she took care of, usually forcing little Annita to stay at the living room, where she could keep an eye on her, while she mindlessly flicked through the T.V. She never let her eat any candy, or stay up later than usual, something that drove her furious. Their time together one of absolute boredom. Adrianna didn't care that much about children, the 21 year was just trying to earn some easy beer money for herself. Annita despised her ever since. It was time for her to repay the grudge.

Now at 31, the beautiful Juanita had settled down, and had a 1 year old baby with her husband. After some searching from Daniel and Frederique on social media and public info, they tracked down the dark haired latina, and found her residence, an apartment place, located a the big city, 40 minutes away by bus.

The kids would have to skip the last two classes of the day, in order to make it in time back to their homes, without raising any suspicions. It wasn't the first time anyone had done this, so it was a piece of cake, for them to meet at the bus stop at around 12:00. Frederique posed as Daniel's older sister, in order to get him a ticket. On the way there, Daniel whispered the plan for one last time.



Annita was standing alone outside the door of the apartment. The nametag on the bell "Juarez-Pennero", a further proof they were at the right place. Frederique and Nathan were standing at the end of the long hall, there had to be at least 8 apartments in each level. "Come on Annita, keep it together!", yelled-whispered the goth-girl, her friend unable to contain her enthusiasm, all gittery from the prospect of taking her former babysitter's life. The blonde girl finally composed herself, took a deep breath, and pressed her finger on the bell, causing a fake, bird-chipping sound. The two kids watched, far outside the field of vision.

An attractive Mexican woman, opened the door, holding her baby boy with one arm. She was wearing a simple yellow top and sexy, slim fitting jeans, she had worn to go grocery shopping. "Hi...can i...help you?", the woman hesitated at first. "Really? I didn't grow up so fast, Adrianna", replied Annita with a smirk."Annita, is that...you?", she remembered the aged kid, from so many years ago. Adrianna waved the girl inside, unaware of her sinister intentions. She placed 2 year old Micheal on his baby-chair, and chit-chatted for a brief moment with Annita. "I would love a cup of tea!", Annita replied with a smile to the woman's offer. As Adrianna made her way to the kitchen, Annita stealthily opened her front door, where Nathan and Frederique waited outside. Once all three children were inside the house, Annita approached the woman's baby, and picked him up in her arms.

"It should be ready in...", Adrianna's words were cut short, at the shocking sight in front of her eyes. Annita was holding her only child, a very sharp blade inches away from the baby's neck. The baby looked confused and uneasy, not so much from the life-threatening weapon, as much as the stranger holding him. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING ANNITA?", the woman's question wasn't answered, before another, regarding the two new, strange kids inside her apartment, rose. The short, younger boy and the taller girl, were wearing white, latex gloves, that would leave the apartment free of any fingerprints. The tall girl was wearing a beenie, along with Annita. Nathan had told them it would help prevent any hair from falling on the floor and incriminating them.

"Do as they say and Michael will be safe", said Annita, with fire in her eyes. She loved how much she controlled at that moment. A few threats from the angry mother were soon followed by teary-eyed pleads to let her child go, but Adrianna's predicament was simple and inescapable. With Annita holding a knife to her baby, at a safe distance from her, the brown-skinned woman had no choice but to comply. Nathan and Fred got to work swiftly, ordering the woman to sit to a chair, before pulling her arms behind her back, and rolling coils of duct tape around her wrists, and around her mid-rif and upper chest, between her full breasts. They did the same to each ankle, strapping it tightly again the chair's front legs, all restraints done with multiple wraps.



It was clearly stated to her, that any scream or call for help would result in the death of her child, so all the 31 year old MILF could do was quietly sob and whimper. Just to make sure, though, Frederique gagged the helpless woman, with a scarf she found on the woman's coat rack. She had seen this trick in a slasher film, where one of the victim's was gagged with a piece of cloth, that had a big ball of a knot tied to its center, making a knotted cleave-gag. The baby was now crying too, throughout its mother's binding, sensing that things weren't how they should be.

A creepily calm atmosphere, was now in the room. The oldest member of the club, Frederique had taken Adrianna's baby in her arms, her touch weirdly comforting him and stopping his crying. The mother herself had gained some strength. She was pulling at her bonds periodically, but was mostly nervous, waiting, bound in the chair, for what her captors' plan was. Nathan, along with Annita, had gone to the kitchen to retrieve the tea, that was now ready. The kids were running ahead of schedule, so time was not much of an issue. Frederique was playing peek-a-boo with the woman's baby, when they returned to the living room, holding three cups of hot tea.

"Did you pack the nylon wrap?", asked Annita, sipping her cup. "Yes...you asked me like 5 times, already!", answered a fed up Nathan. "Clear, nylon wrap", confirmed Annita again, with the boy giving a reassuring, tired nod.



Finally, it was time. Annita sat on the latina's lap, her legs on each side of the woman, facing her. Frederique produced the blade again, to remind their victim of the threat, but Annita was not feeling right. "Wait, wait...i'm not comfortable like this, how am i even supposed to do like that?", she wondered to herself and to the other two. "Are you kidding me?" said Frederique with a sigh. "No, i can't do it like this", said Annita, leaving everyone, including her captive, with a puzzled look.

The blonde teen scanned around the room for a solution. "The table! We can put her on the table. That will work!", she said excited to find the answer to her problem. Both the other kids sighed, annoyed. They would have to re-bind their captive to the table, to please Annita's request. "This fucking girl...i swear to god", mumbled Frederique as she cut the confused woman's bonds, leaving her hands tied and her mouth gagged. She was led to the living room's table, where she was forced to lie on its length, only her legs dangling on one end from the knees down. The kids taped the woman's pelvis around the table, then did the same to her chest, and finally, wrapped the tape around her ankles, against the two corresponding table legs. Immobile like that, the bound latina would not cause any fuss for delicate little Annita.



"Now, that's more comfortable!", said the girl as she pinned her -already defenceless - babysitter, straddling her right under her chest. After a strenious pull, Annita removed the woman's snug cloth-gag, letting it lay around her neck. "Please, why are you doing this, Annita? What have i done to you? Didn't we have a good time, together?" The mother tried to reason with the 15 year old girl. "I don't remember having such a good time, Adrianna", replied the girl, in a casual, inquisitive tone. "As a matter of fact, i remember being very bored around your company...", she continued, unraveling the clear, nylon wrap to cut a nice, wide piece.

Before the woman could utter another attempt at negotiating, the kid pulled a big piece of wrap, over her former caretaker's face, making sure to press her palms firmly, on both sides of her helpless victim's face, leaving no air anywhere between. Miss Pennero produced a shrieking, albeit muffled noise, the result of unsuccessfully trying to inhale air. The plastic fabric was making a perfect seal over her open mouth and nose, its clear texture making her struggles visible, along with her eyes, full of fear and disbelief. She was unable to even turn her head away, in any direction, the suffocating plastic was there.

All the while throughout the woman's dying last seconds, Frederique held her little boy in her arms, cradling him up and down and side to side, as Nathan was searching his bag for a moderately large hammer, useful for the next part of the plan.

Adrianna pointlessly flailed in place, her bonds granting her only minimal movement, and certainly not affecting Annita's work in the least. The girl kept pressing the asphyxiating wrap hard, smothering the woman with a twisted smile. Adrianna's arms were bound behind her back, and now, pinned down by her own and Annita's weight, they would not help her at all.With the need for oxygen imminent, the poor mother let out 2 - 3 more desperate moans, until her motions became weaker and weaker, with every passing second. In the end, she stopped struggling, her eyes frozen in terror, her mouth starved dry of air.



"Keep the wrap on for 5 more seconds, just to be sure she doesn't wake up", informed Nathan, and Annita complied. with not so much time on their hands now, the trio got to the last part of Nathan's plan, trashing Adrianna's household. The hammer made things easier for him, not that the two girls had any trouble smashing down furniture, or breaking stuff. It had to look like a robbery, had took place. That part of the city was already infamous for each gang violence and criminal activity. The kids took a big stash of jewellery from the couple's bedroom's cupboard, along with some cash they found on the drawers. The girls didn't like any of the accessories, despite the fact some of them were gold or silver. They would just trash it in a bin once they were at a safe distance, along with the money.

Next, Frederique got a big, beer bottle, he found in the woman's fridge, and approached the dead woman, still bound on her own table. The kids pulled down her slim jeans, enough for her nether regions to be accessible. With her legs bound like that, they couldn't remove her pink tanga underwear, so they just pulled the piece of fabric aside, and let Fred jam the glass object violently inside the woman's vagina. Nathan thought it would be better if the murder had a sexual connotation to it. It made more sense that the group of thieves raped the helpless mother, instead of just killing for no apparent reason. The necropsy would show the signs of penetration, also hinted at by the sight of the bound woman's pants lowered, around her knees, which they intended to leave like this.

As the two younger kids held each of the woman's - already unresponsive - legs open, for the goth chick to penetrate her, Annita whined. "Wait, why didn't we do this earlier when she was alive?" "Because it's easier", explained Nathan. He was right. A struggling rape victim would take more of their time than a passive one. And after Annita's requests, they didn't have much time for the last bus home.

After a good three minutes of pounding with both hands, to the point where she drew blood out of their speechless victim, Frederique called it quits, and the gang packed things up and prepare to leave, baby Micheal tucked in in his crib. "Wait, one more thing!", Annita said as they went for the door. She climbed one last time one the table, where her second victim laid, and adjusted the knotted gag, back on the girl's gaping mouth. "She looks better, that way, also it makes sense for her to be gagged", excused herself to the other two, as they stood inside the descending elevator.

 No.12732

>>12714

This Nathan fellow just suddenly appears in the latest chapter.

 No.12748

Annita sure likes to murder people over perceived slights, I wonder how long it will be before the other two decide she's too dangerous to be kept alive...

 No.12764

I'm hoping we get to see a drowning sometime :)

 No.12795

>>12732

What do you mean? He's one of the three members of the group. :P

>>12748

Mmm you think? It's not like she can murder them easily by herself though.

>>12764

A very likely future. ;)

 No.12796

>>12795

The boy in the core three starts out called Daniel then gets renamed to Nathan in the middle of the last chapter.

 No.12814

>>12796

Shit, my bad, he is meant to be Daniel. I was writing another story with a Nathan protagonist, that's why it slipt. :P



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