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 --Daughter Terminated-

   Snuff, shot, piss.

   Claire was on the bed, laying on her stomach, reading and studying for a
test the next day, when Robert slipped into her dorm.  Everyone else was
asleep and her door was unlocked, so I managed to make it in undetected. 
By the time I had closed the door behind me the girl was still unaware of
my presence, and she gave not even a small glance from her studies.

   Claire's father was a police officer who caused trouble for one of
Robert's clients.  Her father thought that by sending his kids off to
far-away universities and losing all contact they would be safe.  I was
going to send a clear message that nowhere is safe.

   Robert drew a 9mm Semi-Major pistol with a suppressor from his holster
and crept closer to the bed.  Claire remained clueless, and from what
Robert could see she was starting to nod off; seems her schoolwork was a
little too heavy.

   As Robert's figure loomed and cast a shadow the girl finally looked up:
an expression of absolute terror appeared on her face when she noticed the
gun.

   "Wh...who are you?" She asked weakly.

   "Are you Claire Williams?" Robert asked politely, ignoring her question.

   At first she seemed hesitant to answer, but nervously replied,
"ye...yeah...  I'm her." Then she quickly pleaded "Yo...you're not going to
hurt me are you?"

   "I'm sorry ma'am, but I need to get paid." He raised the gun and aimed
it at her forehead.

   "Please no!" She nearly screamed seconds before a bullet pierced her
skull and tore through her brain.  Her head jerked back before it collapsed
onto the book she was reading; blood gushing from the wound soaked into the
book and into the bed sheets.  A dark wet spot also formed underneath her
skirt, near the crotch; this puddle had the distinct smell of warm piss.

   Robert grabbed Claire's body by the waist and turned her over onto her
back.  He raised her shirt up over her shoulder and lifted her skirt up. 
She wasn't wearing a bra or panties, so her shaved pussy and her plump
breasts.  He raised the gun again; even though a headshot is almost always
fatal, Robert's clients requests multiple shots as a way of insurance.

   He really only needed one extra shot to the head, but Robert preferred a
barrage of bullets to the torso.  He fired at least twenty rounds into her
bare flesh; ten going into her chest, eight into her soft belly, and the
last two into her cunt.

   Certain there was no chance of survival, Robert left her to be found by
her friends the next morning.  By the time her dear ol' dad received the
news he had received his payment and was planning a vacation in Tokyo.