I want to club Kiara over the head with a cinder block, knocking her unconscious and causing a severe concussion. When she eventually wakes up, nauseous and dizzy with vertigo, I will cut her clothes off with a pair of pruning shears while she cries and begs me to stop. After I'm done exposing her pert, nubile body lousy with cuts from my poor shearing job, I will violate her pussy and asshole with my dick and one of those huge metal police flashlights, alternating between each hole.
People will worry about her; she'll have been missing for days by this point. All of her genmates will be freaking out and crying, begging for information that leads to her safe return, and they'll get it... a few weeks later. I'll dump Kiara's mangled carcass off in front of a mall or an outlet store. She'll be on oxygen in a Gorilla Glue-sealed body bag. When she's finally discovered and rushed to the ER, it will be determined that though she will survive, she'll never be the same.
Mori and the others will cry and demand justice. Kiara's fans will be frothing-at-the-mouth for revenge. I'll just laugh whenever I see updates about her condition; the fact that I chopped off both of her tits and one of her legs. The fact that I violated her with foreign objects for so long that she's not just incontinent for life but also incapable of having children. I cut out her tongue and chopped off her eyelids so she couldn't scream or look away. All of this... and it's your fault, /vt/. It's your fault... because you just... couldn't... stop.
