Chapter One
“Kill the fucking bitch!” Angelika screamed, flailing her left hand, managing to
momentarily grab a hold on their quarry’s denim jacket, jerking it sufficiently to cause
the fleeing girl to falter in her desperate attempt to escape.
“Take that, Snipe Street slut,” Dakota snarled, lashing out with her hickory nunchakus,
delivering a blow to the back of the girl’s head, sending her stumbling towards the
ground.
“Argh!” the girl squealed. “Please!”
“Grab her!” Angelika instructed, shoving her right hand into the pocket of her denim
jerkin, slipping her fingers into the holes of her newly-acquired set of brass knuckles.
“Shithead cunt!” Mackenzie yelled, stamping her boot against the back of the girl’s
hand, it still holding the broken Coke bottle which she had used to try and defend
herself.
“Argh!” she yelped, shards of glass penetrating her palm.
Dakota swiftly looped the nunchakus about the girl’s neck, pulling the enjoining chain
hard against the throat, pressing the two handles together as strongly as she could, doing
her best to choke their victim.
Mackenzie reached down and gripped the wrist of the bleeding hand, wrenching it behind
the girl’s back. At the same time, her left hand grasped a hank of hair and assisted in
jerking the head upwards.
“Hold the fucker!” Angelika shouted, adrenaline pulsing, she glaring down into the
terrified eyes.
“Pleas—” the girl was begging, her words cut short when Angelika thumped her
knuckleduster into the frightened face.
“Thud!”
“Argh! Please! O—”
Angelika kicked her in the stomach whilst landing another punch, this time to the left
eye. “Thud!”
She saw Mackenzie’s right hand release the prey’s wrist before reaching into her pocket
and pulling out the box-cutter. “Yes! Yes! Cut her! Cut the slut!” Angelika bellowed,
increasingly elated.
Mackenzie did not hesitate, slicing the blade three times across the side of the
upturned face.
“Aaarrrggghhh! Please!” the girl howled. “Mamma help me! I don’t wanna die—”
“Too late for that! You fucking sold us out to the Snipe Street Posse! So you’re gonna
pay. You shitty Snipe Street sluts have gotta learn not to tangle with us Valley girls!”
Angelika shouted, landing another punch to the head, kicking her in the belly.
Dakota released the chokehold and smacked the nunchakus against the back of the
offending head before she and Mackenzie shoved the girl to land face down on the
sidewalk.
Scenting blood, Angelika punted the toecap of her right boot into the side of the head,
feeling a climactic gush down in her vaginal area. Her two friends joined her in raining
kicks to every part of the foetal-form creature.
“Aaaaaaaaa,” the girl whimpered, all three of them proceeding to concentrate on stomping
on her skull.
“Let’s split!” Angelika ordered, convinced they had done enough, starting to feel
lightheaded from the excitement.
“Yeah! Let’s go! That was fun!” Dakota responded.
“It sure was one hell of a buzz!” Mackenzie commented.
The three of them ran off down the alleyway, heading for 111th Street, laughing and
giggling, congratulating each other on what they hoped would prove to be their first
thrill kill.
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