Claire slipped her blue jeans from her skinny legs. A nip of January cold sent a shiver up her spine as she pulled up her pajama pants. She couldnt bring these to the sleepover, she told herself. Cartoon puppies are too immature for a 12 year old. She knew the other girls would make fun of her. The young girl removed her top, leaving a white cotton camisole.

She moved to the mirror and lifted the sleeveless undergarment, baring her small breasts. This had been a daily ritual since she first noticed them starting to bud. She turned to the side and placed a hand over her left nipple. They were little more than bug bites, but they still made her heart flutter with excitement. She turned to the other side and gazed at the small protuberance of flesh. Soon, she thought. Soon they would be big enough to need a bra. She smiled at herself, and was instantly reminded of her mouthful of braces. They be off soon, she thought with unshakably high spirits.

She covered her breasts and went to her backpack. Math homework waited, and she didnt want to give her mother any reason to ground her this weekend. So, she opened her book and started on the first problem.

The man waited silently, patiently, like a monk in prayer. Eight hours hed been in the closet, surrounded by the girls clothes and scent. Hed watched her through the slats of her closet door as she undressed and began her homework. Not long now, he thought, his cock a lead pipe in his pants.

Claire scratched her head in thought. I hate word problems, she muttered to herself before rereading the question. She struggled with the last problem for a few minutes before finally giving up. One problem wouldnt keep her from the sleepover on Friday, so she closed her book and put it back into her bag. She looked at her phone, responded to a few texts, and decided to go to sleep.

The man licked his lips as the girl closed her bedroom door and got into bed. She turned off her bedside lamp and pulled her covers under her chin. 15 minutes later, she was out, snoring weakly. He opened the closet door and slowly left the girls room.

The mother and father had gone to bed early. Before the man had hidden in the childs closet, hed spiked the bottle of wine they kept in the refrigerator. He knew theyd partake, just like he knew little Claire would walk through the front door at 2:45. Hed been watching.

The man walked to the master bedroom, and pulled two steak knives from his pocket. Hed pulled the knives from the butchers block in the kitchen. No one had noticed them missing. He opened the bedroom door and crept inside. The parents lay in a deep sleep, oblivious to the intruder. The woman lay with her head back, her slender neck presented to the man.

The headboard was a few feet away from the wall, allowing the man to move behind the bed and stand directly over the couple. The intruder took a knife into each hand, and positioned them over their throats. He raised the blades over his head and slowly practiced the simultaneous strikes. Hed aim to open the jugular and windpipe. He needed their deaths to be silent.

He readied the blades, took a deep breath, and executed his attack.

Perfection.

Both victims opened their eyes as blood filled their throats. Their screams were wet gurgles as blood pulsed from their wounds. The murderer struck both again before they could offer any resistance. The father grabbed his throat, nearly losing a finger as the blade entered him for a third time. The woman, a spitting image of her daughter, tried to flee, but collapsed before she could stand.

She died first. The assailant watched the last spurt of blood shoot through the fathers fingers. He died with his eyes open, staring forever at the face of the man that destroyed his world.

The man entered the bathroom and hastily washed the blood from his hands and face. He was ready to take the girl. His cock ached and his heart pounded as he walked down the narrow hallway. He pulled out a black, folding knife and opened it up.

Claire slept silently as the man entered her room. He stood at the foot of her bed, breathing heavily, watching the slow rise and fall of the blanket. The man savored the moment, wondering how the child was going to react. Of course there will be screams. Shell probably even piss herself. Would she fight? Would she flee? Would she, god forbid, shit herself?

He was ready to make his move.

The man took a deep breath and jumped the girl. He straddled the girls chest, his knees forcing her forearms against the bed.

She screamed.

The man grabbed her hair and put the knife to her throat. Cry for me, little girl! He growled into her face.

Claire continued screaming, and started kicking at the air. She tried to wrench her arms free, but the man was too heavy. Help! Mom! Dad!

The man pressed the tip of the blade against her throat, summoning a drop of blood. It traveled slowly down her neck, finally absorbed into her camisole.

The girls screams got more erratic as the pain hit her.

The man squeezed her hair tight and forced her head firmly against the bed. The noise rattled his body, but he neednt worry about the girls screams. This was a rural area, the nearest house wouldnt have heard the Saint Valentines Day Massacre going down in the terrified girls room. He loved the shrieks, the desperate and inarticulate pleas for help.

The man pulled the blanket from between them and threw it to the floor. His cock pressed firmly against the girls flat chest. He moved his face to the girls neck, and licked up the narrow trail of blood. Stop fighting! He shouted into the girls ear.

The girl continued to squirm, hoping to break free.

Stop fighting, or Ill cut your fucking throat! The man placed the blade back against the girls slender neck.

Claire stopped fighting, and closed her eyes. She began to sob as the man pulled the knife away. She knew her dad would come in any second now. He had to have heard her screaming.

The man sat up and closed his knife. Thats a good girl, he said, sliding the knife into his back pocket. He licked his lips and began fondling the childs chest.

As the man pawed her body, Claire began to pray. She begged for Gods help, and bargained with everything she had.

The childs breasts were so small and soft in the mans large hands. He rubbed her harder, feeling ribs and her heart pounding. The man knew he had to see them. He needed to taste them.

The girls shirt split with a loud rip. Claire whimpered as her budding breasts met the cold air and colder gaze of her attacker. The man bent and took the left nipple into his mouth. He sucked it and flicked it with his tongue. It began to harden between his wet lips.

He unzipped his pants.

At the sound, fight erupted in the girl. She wasnt going to lie their while this monster raped her. Shed fight with everything she—

The room spun and her vision blurred.

The man punched her again, this time over the other eye. He wrapped his hands around her neck. What did I tell you!? He squeezed, instantly reddening the childs face. Her eyes swelled and blood trickled from her left brow.

He released the girl to the sound of a gasping cry. The man moved down the childs body and pulled her pajama pants down past her knees. He tore her panties off, and pulled his aching cock free.

He lay on the girl, taking one of her wrists into each hand. The man moved his cock, slick with precum, against the preteens virgin cleft. He swallowed hard and thrust inside her.

Claire had never felt such pain. It felt like she was being torn in two. Each time the man bucked against her, the pain increased and emanated from deeper inside her. Her stomach turned. She started to go limp. She couldnt scream, she couldnt cry. Everything started to lose focus.

The man continued ravaging the child. Blood had well lubricated the mans cock as he bottomed out against her cervix. Her sudden silence was something hed seen before. She was frozen in fear. The man released the girls hands and fondled her chest. He could feel the pounding of her heart.

As he neared orgasm, he leaned to whisper in her ear. You love it, he laughed. You fucking love it.

The man began to ejaculate. Several powerful, pent up jets of semen erupted into the girl. He groaned, staring into his victims largely emotionless eyes. His body shook and weakened before he finally collapsed onto the girl.

The man lay, catching his breath as the child remained pinned beneath him. After a few minutes of panting, he rose. His largely deflated cock exited the child with a wet plop. The man rolled away and watched a pink mixture of blood and semen ooze onto the sheets. He stood and pulled the pants from around her ankles and tore the legs off. He threw her torn panties and camisole to the floor.

During her savage assault, Claire was all but oblivious. She could see the mans eyes, but didnt know what was happening. It all felt like a dream. She could hear nothing, and all attempts at movement failed. Time stopped.

When reality returned, she lay on her stomach, her hands bound behind her. The pain hit her a moment later. It was excruciating, and she let out a desperate cry. She couldnt see the man, and she tried to get up. Her ankles were bound as well. Help! She screamed, a second wave of fight bubbling up inside her. She rolled onto her back. She screamed again in pain. It felt like a bomb had gone off inside her.

Suddenly the man was standing over her, his penis erect and smeared with blood. Her blood.

The man forced her from the bed and balanced her on her feet. Claire felt moisture drip between her legs and stream down her thighs. She wobbled like a penguin as the man forced her from her room. In the hallway, she looked toward her mom and dads room. The door was open and the light was on.

Mom! Dad! She screamed, hoping against hope that they could still save her. Help! She cried.

When she finally entered the room, her knees gave out. There was so much blood.

The man caught the child before she hit the floor, and pushed her onto the bed. She screamed so exquisitely loud and with such anguish, that it seemed the windows might shatter. The girl landed face up between the corpses of her mother and father. Her eyes clinched as she continued to scream. Theres no hope for you now, little girl. There never was!

The man watched as the girl twisted on the bed. Her spasms only serving to smear her thin body with blood. The man looked at the mother. An attractive woman, he thought. She was about 35, healthy looking, and sporting a nice set of tits. The blood had soaked her shirt, giving a clear impression of her chest. Not too big and not too small. Just right, the man said moving to the side of the bed.

He pulled out his knife and sliced open the dead womans shirt. Her natural breasts fell free. The man took the left into his hand and kneaded it. She was still warm and the breast was as firm as a teenagers. For a moment, he wished hed spared her. For the weeks hed been staking the girl out, he never noticed how beautiful her mother was. Oh well, he thought as he pulled down the womans pants and panties.

Claire was beside herself. It was when she saw her parents that she knew she was going to die. She didnt want to die. She was only 12. As she lay, crying, desperately trying to free herself, she prayed that it wouldnt be too excruciating.

Something pulled at her feet. She fell to the floor with a painful thud.

Get up here, the man said lifting her to her knees at the foot of the bed. Before her tear blurred eyes was something she didnt recognize. The man grabbed her hair and forced her head down. Claire felt rough, wet hair against her face and her nostrils were filled with the smell of urine. Lick her! The man ordered.

Her head snapped back and she knew what she was seeing. She wanted to vomit.

Eat mommys cunt, he said with a laugh, before forcing the girls face back into her dead mothers crotch. Claire could feel hairs tickling the inside of her nose as the man moved her face up and down over the loose labial lips. Stick out your tongue, the man ordered, gripping her hair tighter.

Claire refused. He could kill her if he wanted, but she wouldnt defile her mother.

The girls defiance angered the man. He shouted, threatened, and hit the girl. Nothing worked. You dont want to do as youre told? Fine! The man pressed his cock against the squirming girls anus. He forced himself inside in an explosion of hate and anger.

The childs cries were muffled by her dead mothers pussy.

The man pounded into the girls ass like a piston greased with preteen blood. He relished this childs suffering cries almost as much as loved the pleasant tightness of her sphincter. The man grabbed Claires wrists and pulled her toward him with each fevered plunge. The girls face repeatedly bounced on her mothers hairy crotch like a dribbled basketball.

For several minutes, the man tore into 12 year old Claire. There was no dissociation this time. The girl knew exactly what was happening and could feel every painful inch of the mans cock. She kept her eyes closed tight against the sight of her mother. Thats not how she wanted to see her. She tried to summon her face, but could only picture her open throat and spread legs.

She heard a pop. The pain of the rape was instantly dwarfed by what felt like her right arm being torn off. She screamed even louder.

The man laughed when her shoulder burst from its socket. Due to the pain, Claires ass clenched even tighter, quickly sending the man nearer to another orgasm. He twisted her shoulder and gritted his teeth. The childs screams would be the perfect accompaniment to his forceful ejaculation.

Claire vomited as the man twisted her shoulder. Her mothers roast beef burned her throat and nostrils. She coughed and cried as the pain increased.

The man unsheathed his knife and pulled little Claires head back. You ready to die CUNT! He snarled into her ear.

The girl clenched her eyes. She felt cold steal against her throat as the mans thrusts reached a crescendo. Please, please, please, she muttered. There was a feeling of intense pressure in her neck, and then a sharp pain. She felt warmth streaming down her chest, like the water of a hot shower. Thick liquid filled her throat. She coughed, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth.

Her fear faded, and she allowed herself deaths peaceful sleep.