The sun was beating down on Casey's backyard as she stormed out of the house, her eyes blazing with anger. She couldn't believe it - a young boy, no more than ten years old, was playing in her pool without her permission.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, kid?" she snapped, her voice sharp and commanding.
The boy, wide-eyed and scared, stammered out an apology. But Casey was too far gone. She grabbed him by the collar and forcefully pushed him underwater.
At first, the boy struggled, his arms and legs flailing wildly. But Casey couldn't help but feel a strange arousal as she watched him fight for his life. She tightened her grip on his neck, watching as his face turned red and his eyes bulged.
The boy's struggles weakened, and Casey felt a loud snap in her hands. She released him, his lifeless body sinking to the bottom of the pool.
Casey felt a mix of emotions - relief, excitement, and a hint of guilt. But she quickly shook it off. "He deserved it," she told herself.
She dragged the boy's body to the dumpster and tossed him inside, feeling a sense of satisfaction.
Back in her room, Casey couldn't get the image of the boy out of her head. She found herself becoming increasingly aroused as she thought about what she just did. She began to touch herself, replaying the scene in her mind.
The guilt was still there, but it only added to the excitement. Casey continued to masturbate, feeling a sense of power and control. She's killed countless boys, but never girls. She knows it's wrong, but she can't help herself.
As she reached climax, Casey couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. She's a strong, controlling, and direct woman. And she's not afraid to do what it takes to satisfy her desires.
Afterward, Casey cleaned herself up and got dressed. She knew she'd have to dispose of the boy's body eventually, but for now, she was content with what she'd done.
Casey headed outside to the dumpster, ready to finish the job. But as she opened the lid, she was startled by a noise coming from inside.
She hesitated for a moment, then quickly slammed the lid shut. She couldn't believe it - the boy was still alive.
Casey can't help but feel a sense of excitement at the thought of finishing what she started. But for now, she'll have to wait. She'll have to plan her next move carefully. After all, she's a tomboy who's not afraid to get her hands dirty.
"I'll finish the job, one way or another," she thought to herself, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "He's not getting away that easily."
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