Just Kill Me

Spellbook Slaves, Morning Shift

It’s morning, haven’t had much traffic.  A stepfather selling off a couple of stepdaughters, a pair of housewives looking for a cleaning slave, one creepy group of one guy and four women wanting “a little blonde play toy”  Pretty much standard stuff.  In walks a sort of chunky redhead with white girl dreadlocks.

You kill slaves here, right?

Yes, we do.

And any woman can volunteer to be a slave right?  Doesn’t need anyone else’s permission?

There are some restrictions on that, but yeah, in general yes, any free woman can volunteer to be converted.

OK, I volunteer to be a slave, but I want to be killed when you are done making me a slave.

Sure, we can do that.  Any way you would like to be killed, we have several options.

Just shoot me in the head.

Not gonna wonder too hard about this. Just convert her and have Vicky blow her little brains out.  Vicky should like that.

OK, but before you do that, drain my bank account.  You can do that, like it was a charge, right?  There should be $3,450 in the account.  Take all of it.  And if you can make a video of me being killed, I’d like that.  Put it up on social media.  Oh, and send it to this email account.

While she was saying all of this, she was stripping down.  Solid B+ grade.

Ok.  We can do all that.  We record everything that happens in this area. Need to ask you a few questions first.  What’s your name?

Tori Parks

OK Tori, I need you to fill this cup up to the line with urine so I can make a couple of checks.  While you are doing that, let me check the database. Vicky, go get the 45 from the safe.  Load it with hollow points.

While Tori goes off to fill the sample cup and Vicky gets the gun, I run Tori through the state database.  She comes up free and convertible, but has a notation that she has an abuse complaint filed against Lloyd Parks.  She comes back with the sample.  She’s green all around.

So who is Lloyd?

He’s my husband.  He’s who I wanted you to email the video to before you post it on social media.

Ok, I can do that.  Now, if you would just stand over there, please.  Vicky?

<BLAM>

That never gets old.

Yeah, whatever.  Call the cleanup crew.