Horror001

Amanda

Mandy, her friends called her. She was a fine catch indeed. The charm of her smile wooed many men, she lured them in and often trapped them with conceptions of babies. Mandy was a young mom. 15 when she gave birth to her son Andy. Many decided being a mother wasn't all it was chalked up to be, dressing the kid, showing him off. There was more to it than just that. She cheated on the father of this child, and then decided to play head games. She accused him of being abusive when in fact their poor little two year old son came home to him with a broken arm.

Mandy lost her son, couldn't prove to anyone that she didn't beat him and break the babes arm. Custody was granted to the father and visitation was granted to Mandy.

A year later, Mandy met Tim, a promising college student. She saw dollar signs and having to not work. She hated to work. Tim and Mandy had a baby girl. After mother hood graced Mandy's life once again, she realised she wanted more. She left her daughter with Tim and moved to another state. It turns out Tim, didn't make enough money, she had to work. She moved to Pennsylvania with a football player that had a very promising future. After a year, that man told Mandy he never wanted kids, Mandy had baby fever. Mandy told him she was pregnant, and he threw her out. He had a vasectomy and couldn't have kids and understood that if she really was pregnant, she was fucking around on him.

After he threw her out, she begged to come back. She told him she lied about the pregnancy and that she wanted to be with him. He refused to fall for her antics and she began calling his school his work, telling lies about him to his friends and family. She was ruining a reputation he was trying to build.

She moved back to her home town, trying to not work to avoid paying child support for the two children she didn't have custody of. She continued to harass the football player even from her home town. He grew tired of her games and wanted her done with. I ask no questions, I do as I am told. He called me.

I am not the usual assasin, I am female. I have been in the business for about 8 years. I know you may ask how I became this, it is not important. What is important, is that I get the job done.

Mandy was an easy hit. She lived a very predictable life style and The foot ball player wanted pictures of her suffering. I do as I am told. I take it as a hunt. Mandy was my prey.

She got home at 7 P.M. The same time she did every day. She checked her answering machine and called the father of her son Andy. She got in a fight with him as they were due to go to court for yet another modification. Mandy felt she shouldn't have to pay child support, neglecting the judge's advice in just work and pay for a child she made, she continued to take the father to court.

She hung the phone up angrilly during the fight and went to the kitchen. Mandy lived in a very small and unkempt one bedroom apartment. She had visitation with her 2nd born every other week. This was a night Mandy was alone. Her newest child was with Mandy's parents.

She scooped some ice cream into a bowl and plopped down on her small torn up couch to watch TV. I watched from my car, with a night scope. I could see where men would be charmed by her, she was attractive and young, unfortunately not very bright.

She smiled and chuckled, tucking a lock of her ashe blond hair behind her ear as she continued to watch a TV show and eat ice cream. I got out of my car, bible in hand and bag in the other, made sure I looked the part of a jehova and knocked on her door. A dog barked, I didn't expect her dog to be in. She usually locks it out at night, but the dog was a small terrier mix, no worries.

Mandy looked a bit embarassed by her appearence as she opened her door. She had a large T-shirt on and shorts.

"Yes," she sort of asked as she eyed the bible in my hand.

"Hello ma'am," I said politely as I took a extended my gloved hand to her, " My name is Rachel Keighu, I am with God's Messengers church. Do you have a few moments?"

Mandy looked down at her dog, whom sat beside her feet wagging it's stubby tail then she returned her now annoyed glare at me.

"I am not really interested in what ever it is you have to sell, or what ever.." she trailed off.

I smiled kindly and continued, " I understand you are a little upset I am here. I also understand there are trubbling things going on in your life, along with others, and perhaps just a small prayer will make things better for you. Can I just say a small prayer for you?"

She nodded.

"What is your name," I inquired.

"Mandy," she said with a slight roll of her eyes.

"Mandy God told me to come here tonight. He told me that you were feeling troubled as you face matters of the courts."

Mandy looked shocked and amazed that I said something so vague and yet so dead on.

She nodded as she waited for more.

"So I came here, sensing urgency in his 'voice'. I know you are having some destructive thoughts right now, thoughts of suicide, am I right Mandy?"

She did not know that her ex filled me in with all of the dirt, and she truely was foolish enough to fall into this parlor trick of a trap.

"Yes, Yes I have," she said.

"May I come in," I asked.

She opened the door more and stepped aside.

Once I was in, she shut the door and stood beside me. I placed my bible down on the table near the door and reached into my bag.

"I don't know how you know that stuff, I-I mean, I believe in God I guess but.."

Her words stopped dead when she saw the night stick I held in my hand. Before she could react, I brought it down to the side of her head, knocking her out cold.

She was a bit plump and heavy. I managed to tie her up with bondage tape and place her on the coffee table. Her curtains were closed, neighbors were few and far between anyway.

As she came too, she realised she couldnt talk, her mouth was stuffed with a gag ball and taped. Her hands were bound behind her and the weight of her body had to have hurt her arms as she laid on them. Her ankles were also bound.

The best part of my job would be the power. There I was, a God to her. I was going to defy her belief in anything stable, rape her of any trust, dignity and then shove her Karma up her ass.

"You can't speak you piece of shit. You are that, you know that you little pig? Making bastards with men you barely know, dumping the babies off to whom ever so you can continue to whore your nasty butt around and trap more men?

I know, you wonder who I am, how I know you, and what I am going to do to you. I am your God. I know you, because I have to. And I am going to kill you."

Tears spilled from her large green eyes and a string of snot snuck from her nose, traveling down the tape over her gagged mouth. She grunted and groaned, unheard pleas. She wiggled her arms and winsed as pain tore through shoulder. She had been bound for an hour.

"What do I have here," I removed a large kitchen knife from her drawer.

Her eyes widened even more as she mummbled and groaned.

"Ahh, you fear this," I said with a smile as I ran the tip of the blade against her pudgy cheek. Blood trickled down and over the tape. Her eyes barely stayed open as she began to cry harder.

"Stop your fucking crying you slobbering shit," I said as I back handed her face, leaving a purple mark. I had gloves on.

I could hear her wimpers, her shoulders heaved as she began to realise she was truly going to die.

I took a polaroid camera from my bag and took pictures of her scared and suffering. I then cut open her t-shirt with my knife and made a few cut marks on her little breasts.

Torture isn't really the physical act, it is the psychological act. Not knowing when you were going to be killed or how, yet seeing your death approaching. I took various shots of her fear, eyes wide with tears spilling, eyes closed as my knife cut into her flesh, and blank stares, the stare of a deer trapped in the lantern of a car. Knowing it was dead.

I carried on with the knife for about 25 minutes. She seemed nearly too spent to cry another tear. Perhaps she had given up and realised she was dead.

Do I feel anything for her? No. Again it is a game, and a hunt, and my living. Each job is different. I follow the targets around for months, to know their weakness, their habbits, how they live. I watched her daunt and torment the people in her life, from her parents to her own kids, to the men she trapped and so it was easier for me to follow through with the job because I didn't like her.

I first brought the knife down into sternum. I could hear the bone crack and I had to put weight behind it to push the blade through. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head, her face went crimson before the color bled out, like her chest bled out. Blood was pouring from the two inch incision, she was still shaking and trying to cry but growing weak. I stood above her, staring at her, her pupils began to slowly fix. It takes five minutes for a person to bleed out. This was 10 minutes later, she was pale like a ghost but still hanging on. I took another picture and put it in my pocket with the rest.

"Time is now Mandy, say your prayers," I said as I brought the blade down into the side of her neck, where the jugular is. When I removed the blade, blood poured out like a water fountain, the stream getting weaker as the blood was becoming less and less. Her eyes were fixed, when I moved my finger to touch her eye, it didn't flinch or dilate. I took one last pic, and then left.

The patron was very pleased and paid me in full, cash. I accept nothing but cash. I also make the patrons sign a waivor, if they get caught they cannot mention me. I will kill them.