The sun blazed high in the sky, casting a shimmering glow over Riley's backyard pool. Riley, a tomboy with a mischievous glint in her eyes, lay on a lounge chair soaking up the warmth. Her ears perked up as she heard the sound of laughter and splashing coming from her pool. She sat up, her body tensing with anger.
She stomped over to the pool and saw a young boy, no more than twelve years old, playing in her pool without permission. His wet hair was plastered to his head, and his laughter echoed through the air.
"Hey, kid! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Riley yelled, her voice sharp and commanding.
The boy looked up at her, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He continued to splash around, ignoring her demands.
Riley's anger turned to arousal as she watched the boy struggle in the water. She couldn't help but feel a thrill at the sight of him drowning. Her heart raced, and she felt a sudden urge to take control.
Without hesitation, Riley forcefully grabbed the boy by the neck and pushed him underwater. She relished in the feeling of power and control as he struggled to break free from her grip. His adorable face contorted in fear as he fought for air, but Riley tightened her grip on his neck until she heard a loud snapping noise.
She released the boy and watched as his lifeless body sank to the bottom of the pool. Riley felt a mix of guilt and excitement as she dragged his body to the dumpster and threw him inside, telling herself that he belonged there.
Riley went to her room and began to masturbate, thinking about how she just killed a young innocent boy. She felt a sense of satisfaction and power as she finished, but also a twinge of guilt.
Riley told herself that she only kills boys, never girls. She didn't want to feel guilty for taking a life. She fell asleep, dreaming of the power and control she had over life and death.
As she slept, Riley couldn't help but think about the thrill of taking a life. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't deny the rush she felt. She told herself that she was in control, that she was the one with the power.
And with that thought, Riley drifted off into a deep and restful sleep.
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