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The Farmgirl Genesis

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The year was 2018, and the tall cow really didn't care what movies were playing in the theaters right now. It was mostly super hero movies, and they weren't her thing. She also had bigger things on her mind. She stood in the small field, looking down at one spot of recently mowed grass. The grave site was marked only by a small piece of granite. There was no name on it, only a string of numbers. But she knew it was the right one. It matched the same number on the sheet of paper in her hand. She looked at the paper to read it, though at this point she had pretty much memorized the police report.

_Orange County Police, Orlando Fl.

April 18th, 2008.

12:01 pm. Police responded to an anonymous call at (redacted) motel. Call reported what sounded like an altercation between an adult male and an adolescent female. Police arrived at the scene. The suspect was an adult male, equine, brown fur between 30-35. Upon trying to question the suspect, they brandished a pistol and fired four shots, killing one of the officers on the scene, Junior Officer Brandy Dandin, and injuring their partner, Senior Officer Frank Kanst. Backup was called._

At 12:19 SWAT arrived on the scene and a standoff proceeded. The suspect claimed to be holding the small child hostage. The hostage was identified as Veronica Castana, female squirrel, age 11.

At 12:32, suspect started shooting out of a window at the police. SWAT on site returned fire. The firefight lasted for 3 minutes, until the suspect stopped firing.

At 12:38, SWAT entered the room. The suspect was found dead from multiple bullet wounds. Fatal shot was to the head. Coroner's report attached. The hostage was also found, bound to the bed and nude. Signs of rape were evident. The suspect was missing her head, which was found elsewhere in the room. Coroner estimates she had been dead for hours before the call. DNA test confirms the semen present was the suspect's.

_Suspect was later identified as Jonathan Ardale, and is suspected in thirteen rape and murder cases in multiple states (files attached). No known next of kin.

The conclusion of this report is that the suspect committed suicide by cop._

The report went on to include the names of the officers involved in the shootout, and was signed by the chief of police at the time. She had no idea, or really cared, if they were still the chief now. She also had no interest in wanting to track down the ones that did it. She did chuckle a little that he was only suspected for thirteen cases. She knew it was far more than that. She also couldn't help but smirk that the girl in the room was 11 years old. She would have been that age at the time, too. Apparently her father had a thing for young girls. She wondered if he would have tried to rape and murder her if he met her back then. She suspected he would. Probably would have gotten off on the fact it was his own daughter, too.

Not that she could really blame him. She had been trying to track him down for the last five years. She was not entirely sure exactly what her plan was when she found him. She certainly wanted to talk to him, to actually meet her biological father, especially after she found out she got her killing urges from him, among many other parts of herself. Of course, she also wanted to be the one to kill him. She mostly preferred going after thin men and women, but she also had a thing for muscular stallions. In a way, each one she fucked and killed was like killing her father. She had thought it was practice for the real thing. Now she never would.

She let out a slight sigh, putting the paper into her purse again. She had the thought to piss on the grave, but this was a bit too public for that, being a state cemetery. Plus she didn't really need to pee right now. She looked back at the grave, wondering if she should say something. She frowned and shook her head. It wasn't like the bones under there could hear her anyway. Instead, she just turned and walked away. Her years long search had come to an end, with a rather unsatisfying conclusion. She passed by several others as she made her way down the pathway to the exit. Most didn't pay attention to her, other than getting out of her way. She was rather large, after all. The 21 year old horse/bovine hybrid stood at 6'3" and was quite well muscled, even more than when she was living on the farm. Her black shirt was also straining to contain her massive breasts, though the matching skirt did a good job hiding the swinging horse cock hanging between her legs.

As she walked out of the cemetery, she pulled her phone out of her purse. She opened the map and did a search for bars. She had no idea what she was going to do now that she had finished her search, and for now, she just needed a stiff drink. Thankfully, there were a few dozen within walking distance that were open during the day. She picked the one with the lowest rating and headed in that direction. Seedy bars were something she had grown accustomed to. If she was lucky, she could get into a good bar fight and beat the shit out of someone. She smirked at the thought, almost looking forward to it.

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The Drowning Gator was an interesting little dive, to be sure. The small place was tucked behind a bunch of small businesses, most of them looking like they had been there for half a century at least. Graffiti was plastered all over just about every one of the exterior walls. The bar itself wasn't much better, if much smaller than the surrounding buildings, practically hidden in the alley. The inside was only slightly nicer than the out, but much darker, all the barred windows looking like they were painted over with black paint. Naturally, the place was fairly empty. To be expected for only about 3:30 in the afternoon. At least the music wasn't bad, classic rock songs older than she was pumped through some speakers dotting around the cramped interior. The drinks were also cheep, and tasted like it.

Though the overweight badger behind the counter was friendly enough, he wasn't really her type. She got the feeling she wasn't his, either. But he also hadn't asked for any sort of ID, a sort of 'don't ask, don't tell' kind of establishment. Probably for the best. She didn't like to flash her ID around much, considering her murderous hobbies. He set down a second bottle of beer for her. "Here you go."

She smirked, polishing off the last of the first bottle before taking hold of the second. "Thanks."

He shrugged as he took the now empty first bottle away. "You seem like you need it. Rough day?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Visited the grave of the father I never knew for the first time."

The bartender winced. "Ah... yeah, that'll do it." He gave her a melancholy smile, but thankfully didn't press any farther.

Half-way through the second bottle, a voice called out from the doorway. "Chuck! Ya here, my man?" She looked up to see the source of the high pitched voice strolling in. A young, thin hyena strode in with a swagger that just screamed egotistical. He wore the tight leather pants well, his flat chest and flatter abs exposed as he left his leather jacket open. With the clothes and his spiky hair died a vibrant green, he was definitely going for the punk look that fell out of fashion some time during the 80's. He was also giving her a look that she recognized all too well. She started a mental countdown until he started the bad pickup lines. She gave it five minutes, tops.

The bartender, apparently Chuck, frowned. "Yeah, Rosko, I'm here." The badger moved over to where the hyena took a seat. "The regular?"

Rosko nodded. "Yeah." He then leaned in close, though did nothing to keep his voice down. "Who's the new chick?"

"Didn't ask." Chuck started to pour something into a glass over ice.

The hyena shrugged. "Think I'll give it a shot."

The bartender just set the glass down in front of the man. "I wouldn't."

Rosko scoffed. "Ah, c'mon. Monster like her? Bet she's starved for affection!" Sam tensed up as soon as she heard the word monster. She really hated being called that. Being a rather tall and buff hybrid, it was a fairly common insult thrown her way.

She didn't even bother looking at him as she spoke up. "You know, even if you had a shot, which you didn't, you probably shouldn't go calling someone a monster within earshot."

The hyena scoffed. "Ah, don't mean it in a bad way, love! Just that you're a big gal! More woman than most of the little things that I see!"

"Uh huh." She was still dubious. "Word of advice, champ. Hybrids don't like being called monsters. Even affectionately." She downed the rest of her beer and pushed up from the stool. She slapped a 20 on the counter, well more than what two beers cost. "Keep the change." She paused as she passed the hyena and leaned close. "Oh. And I'm far more woman than a little twig like you could handle." She heard Chuck let out an amused grunt. As she walked out, she also heard Rosko start to laugh, apparently finding her rejection funny. Any other day, she would have taken him up on the offer just to beat the shit out of him and stuff her massive rod up his ass, but she wasn't in the mood today.

She winced as she stepped outside, the sunlight much brighter than the dim interior of the bar. She pulled out her phone and opened the map again, so she could find the fastest way back to the motel. While searching, she heard footsteps coming up behind her. She let out a sigh, fully expecting to turn and find the hyena had followed her. "Look, I'm not-" When she turned, what she saw was a streak of grey metal, right before the bat struck the side of her head. She was only dimly aware of the metallic clang it made as she was knocked over. Before she could even try to get her thoughts in order, a second blow sent her crashing into unconsciousness.

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Sam let out a groan as painful consciousness forced its way back into her throbbing brain. Much as she would love to avoid dealing with the pain of wakefulness, she knew she had to, even if her muddled thoughts couldn't quite piece together what happened just yet. The side of her head ached, and felt a little wet. Her wrists and ankles also felt somewhat off, kind of numb and tingly like they had fallen asleep. She forced her eyes to open, and found wherever she was at least wasn't super bright, though she still winced against the light all the same.

"Finally awake, eh?" She forced herself to turn to see the source of the voice, recognizing the hyena from the bar earlier. Though that didn't surprise her. The man was sitting at a small table against the wall, typing away at a laptop. He was also completely naked, leaving his slender figure visible, covered by tan fur and dark spots along his back. Sam finally realized that she was also completely naked, feeling a little foolish for not having noticed until just then. Head trauma will do that. She also realized that the aching in her wrists and ankles was from ropes binding them to whatever bed she was laying on. Somehow that didn't surprise her, either.

She forced herself to focus on the rest of the room around her. It was pretty empty, just bare concrete walls with dark blue paint, some of it chipped in spots. She also noticed several stains and splatters that she recognized as dried blood. "Where the hell am I?"

Rosko pushed himself up, turning to reveal his cock was already quite hard. "Backroom of the bar. But don't bother screaming for help or anything, it's soundproofed. Chuck lets me use it for my... special shows." He rubbed his hands together. "And boy, you're going to be a fun one. Was NOT expecting to find that monster hiding under your skirt!" He pointed to her massive horse cock, though it was not hard like his was. Under the equally hefty balls was hidden a vagina, as well, as the hybrid was a true herm. She also boasted a rather large set of breasts, even for a bovine. The rest of her buff body was covered in brown fur with white splotches. A hand reached out to grope one of those massive tits. "Are all hybrids like this?"

She grunted, tugging a little at the ropes binding her. "I'm just that special. Now get your hands off of me before I remove your arms!"

He laughed, his hands trailing down her toned belly. "Ah, quite the fiery bitch, ain'tcha? I like that. Makes it so much more fun when you break." His fingers trailed down to start toying with her shaft. "Now, I'm curious just how big this thing'll get once it gets hard."

She growled at him through grit teeth. "Bigger than anything you can handle, skinny!" Much as she wanted to resist it, the touch along her shaft was making it grow harder.

He smirked. "Oh, no doubt there. But it'll be fun to see if you end up cumming as I choke the life out of you." His other hand slid under her balls to start teasing at her slit, paying special attention to her clit. She gasped as he was actually pretty good at that, her shaft growing ever harder. "Never fucked a gal with the full set before. Which one do you piss out of? Or is it both?" She just glared at him. "Ah, I'll find out once I snuff you out." As he continued to tease, not only did her shaft grow to the full 15 inches, but her cunt had also grown very damp and slick under his touch. "Yeah, damn. That's big. Think you might be a match for that new T-whatever guy on D-Gen." He chuckled a little as he looked at the moisture on his fingers. "And a horny bitch, too."

Sam frowned. "Hey dumbass. Before you start, I got a question."

He looked up, her suddenly calm town getting him curious just what she was going to ask. "And that is?"

She tilted her head a little. "You've never tied up someone with hooves before, have you?"

He quirked an eyebrow. "A deer or two, but never a horse or cow before. Why do you-" He stood fully and turned to look at her leg, just in time to see it come up, free of the bindings. He couldn't even get a curse out before she brought her hoof down against his face. The angle was still a bit awkward, but the blow was still hard enough to send him crashing to the ground. "Fuck!" He grabbed at his face, blood drooling from a cut near his eye.

Sam grit her teeth again. "You gotta tie the rope tighter than that, or it'll just slip right out. That's why." She yanked her other hoof free and planted both against the bed. She pulled on the bindings against her wrists, feeling them tightening and straining against her, but she also heard the wood of the bed creak. Her muscles bulging from the effort, she pulled with all her strength, eventually hearing a satisfying crack from the bed as she ripped a chunk of the headboard away. Her hands were still bound to it, but she grabbed the thing, moving quickly. She half leaped off of the bed, coming around just as the man was starting to stand up, and brought the wood down against his head as hard as she could. The thing shattered into splinters as he was sent once more sent sprawling onto the floor amid the shrapnel.

Her hands finally free, she threw the rope away before reaching down to grab Rosko by his spiky hair. As she dragged him up, she saw his face was even more bloodied. She liked that. "Now it's my turn to break you, you fucking little fop!"

He let out an awkward laugh, even as he reached up to try and grab at her wrist to get his hair free. "H-hey... c'mon now! I-I was just having a bit of fu-UCK!" He cried out as she turned and heaved him at the nearest wall. His face bounced off of the unyielding concrete, leaving a splat of blood to make yet another stain. He managed to stay on his feet, turning only slightly before her elbow smashed into the side of his head, forcing his nose to smack against the unforgiving surface even harder. This time, there was the unmistakable crack of his nose shattering, even more blood bursting from him.

Sam's knee also came up to plant into the middle of his back, making him cry out as it felt like she nearly broke his spine. A swift stomp of her hoof against the back of his leg and something definitely broke again, leaving him toppling over, his right leg left at a painful angle. She watched him writhe on the ground for a moment, her breath coming in heavy gasps as her bloodlust rose. One she had not felt in some time. She wanted to break him. She needed it. Her cock was throbbing hard, the tip drooling already, her cunt doing much the same, leaving a trail of juices down her inner thighs.

Rosko coughed, spitting blood out of his mouth. "Fuck..." He was also gasping, though his was from fear. He risked a look up, seeing a fury in the hybrid's face that sent his blood cold. "Oh... fuck..." He turned to the door. "HELP! CHUCK!" He tried to push himself up, only for a stabbing pain in his broken leg to keep him on the floor. He instead just tried to crawl away. "CHUCK! SHE'S GO-Ah!" A hoof suddenly stamped down on his head, pinning it to the floor again. He grabbed at her ankle instinctively, trying to push her off, but her bulk was far too much for him to even budge.

She pressed down, grinding his bloody face against the floor. "You said this place was soundproofed. So go ahead and scream." A wild, sadistic, murderous, terrifying smile spread across her face. "I love it when they scream!"

The man squirmed under her, seeing the wild, almost feral look in her eyes. It was a hungry look that he saw in many killers. His own eyes grew wide, pupils tiny from terror. "P-please! D-don't... don't kill me!" He winced and cried out as she pressed harder. It felt like his skull was about to crack and burst like a grape. "PLEASE! S-STOP!"

He huffed at him. "So the fancy punk can dish it out but can't take it?" She lifted her hoof off of his face, only to stomp it down against his arm, shattering the bones just above his wrist and making him scream in agony again. "You're pathetic!" She stomped down again, this time on his chest and shattering several of his ribs. His screaming got wetter as a splash of blood sprayed from his mouth. "Pathetic!" She kicked him in the belly this time, the sharp edge of her hoof cutting into him. She kicked again, breaking more of his ribs. Then another stomp to break his other leg. A final kick caught his muzzle, sending him rolling to the other side where he just curled up, shivering in pain and fear and wheezing in short, wet, gasping breaths.

She reached down to grab his hair again and yank his head up. His eyes were somewhat glassy, but still managed to look at her in horror. His mouth moved, probably trying to beg for his life again. Then she felt something wet against her leg. Looking down, she saw him literally pissing himself in fear, the stream spraying from his still hard cock. She chuckled. "Disgusting little shit." She yanked him up by his hair, only to throw him onto the bed. He grunted as he fell face first, trying to crawl away even with most of his limbs broken.

He yelped when her cock suddenly slapped against his ass. He could feel the thing throbbing against her. "N-no! P-pl...please...!"

She pulled her hips back, lining the flat tip up with his ass. "You tried to rape and murder me. You don't get to complain when I do it to you, fucker!" She gripped his flailing tail at the base, her other hand pressing against his lower back to keep him pinned down. "Now brace yourself, dickweed. I'm going to shove this whole shaft into your ass!" He tried to beg again as she started to press forward, only to start screaming as his ass was slowly spread. There was no way something so big would fit within him naturally. He tried to squirm and flail, but she kept him pinned down, using his tail to pull his hips back against her as her own pushed forward.

Sam grunted as she kept pushing. It was not the first time she had shoved herself into an ass too tight for her, so she knew how much force it would take. Finally, she managed to shove into it, blood suddenly drooling around her cock as the tight opening yielded, his flesh tearing for her. She let out a loud moan at how tight he was around her, even as he was screaming in agony. She continued shoving forward, ripping him ever wider as the cock pushed deeper and deeper. The more of her rod she pushed in, the more he screamed and squirmed, blood still leaking and drooling onto the bed.

At some point, she had to really shove herself forward, only just getting to the medial ring. Something inside of him tore, and she felt a fresh wash of warmth coating her shaft, and something else. Blood splashed out of his mouth again, his screams fading away to terrified whimpers. Something felt very wrong inside of him as she continued to shove herself forward, spearing through to his guts. His struggles ended, leaving him just twitching and shivering under her. She let go of his tail, the thing falling limp to the side. Instead, she gripped at his hips to yank them back, shoving even more of herself into him. "Ah... that's more like it!" She started to pump her hips into him, dragging him back against her and pushing more and more into him. "Love breaking you pathetic little fucks."

She chuckled a little as she heard a whimper from him. "Oh yeah, didn't I mention? I'm also a killer. You picked the wrong 'monster' to take home, asshat!" She laughed again as she shoved deeper, almost all the way into him now. Another few pumps, and her hips met his, her balls slapping against his. "There we go! Told you I'd get all of it in!" She didn't get any response from him, just an incoherent noise. He wasn't dead, but his mind had probably shut down. She huffed. "Pathetic little fuck." She started to pump herself harder into him, fucking deep into his guts now. She could feel his heartbeat all around her shaft, the thing trying furiously to pump as much as it could, even as everything was shoved or ripped out of place inside. Blood started to drool out of his mouth and nose even more.

She gripped at his hips and started to fuck him harder, slapping her own hips against his hard. His whole body rocked each time she shoved deep. His heartbeat grew faster, then started to slow as everything began to fail. His body twitched and shivered under her, and she felt another warmth splash against her leg. She looked down, expecting to see him pissing himself again. Instead, she saw his cock twitching as it spat and spewed a final load onto the floor. She laughed again, her own cock twitching within him. "At least you came one last time." She grunted as she shoved hard into him. "More than most." He didn't respond, just let out a wheeze. The lights were on but no one was home. She grunted again and just started to ram herself forward. She wasn't trying to cum before he died, but there was no point in holding back, either.

She felt as his heart slowed even more, trying a few weak pumps before finally giving out entirely. She panted heavily, her cock twitching and pulsing inside of him. Feeling him dying around her really got her going, her orgasm rising as her balls tightened, her cunt drooling down her legs. Even her tits started to leak, something that happened when she was this turned on, her milk drooling into her fur. With another few pumps, she let out a loud cry as she came. Her cock started to blast her cum deep into the man's insides, her cunt splashing her arousal down her legs and onto the floor, even her heavy tits spraying a little. She humped forward with each heavy spurt into the dead hyena.

Eventually, the orgasm faded, leaving her panting heavily. She leaned against the bed, trying to catch her breath. With some post-nut clarity, the fog of bloodlust also lifted from her mind. In the past, she had fought against her murderous nature, and felt a great wave of shame after failing to subdue it. But over the years, she had grown to just accept it as who she was, the monster everyone called her. She wouldn't feel guilty for killing a fellow rapist and killer, though. Instead, she put her hand on his back to pin him down and start pulling back. It took some effort, but she did manage to drag her bloody cock out of the torn ass. A small gush of bloody cum flowed out after her. She flopped her cock against his back, rubbing the thing against him, smearing blood and cum into his fur. "Fuck... fuck I guess I did need that..."

She took a few minutes to catch her breath, her cock still hard, but not nearly as demanding. She wiped most of the gore off using his fur, the tip still drooling the last bit of her cum. She was just debating having a go at his mouth when the door suddenly opened, making her gasp. "Hey, Rosko, are you done with- oh." Chuck, the bartender from earlier, stopped and stared at the scene before him.

Sam stared right back at him, panic gripping at her. "Uh..."

The badger let out a sigh and stepped in, closing the door behind him. "Well, guess it was only a matter of time before he picked the wrong person." He shook his head. "I told him not to go after you. But did he listen to me? No~ never did."

She continued to stare at him, the panic still there, but confusion joining it as well. "Um... you're not going to try and rape and kill me now, too, are you? Because that won't end well for you!"

Chuck waved his hand dismissively. "Nah." He glanced at the dead hyena. "I'm not as interested in the killing part. I'm more interested in the ones he's finished with, if you get what I mean."

She took a step back away from both the body and the man at the door. "So... um..."

He waved a hand again. "Oh, don't worry, I'm not upset or anything." He smirked. "If anything, kinda glad. He was getting really annoying lately." He let out a heavy sigh. "Though I guess I'll have to post to D-Gen that he's finally been snuffed out." He looked around, spotting something in the corner. "Oh. Hope he was recording."

"Recording...?" She turned to look where the man was looking and spotted a camera in the corner she hadn't seen before. "Oh... oh fuck!"

Chuck held up a hand. "Relax! If you don't want me posting it to D-Gen, then I won't."

She turned to look at him again. "Okay, you've said that a few times now. He mentioned it, too. What the fuck is D-Gen?"

The badger tilted his head, a little surprised. "Wait, you don't know?" She shook her head. "Huh... figured you would with how... uh... you did that to him." He nodded at Rosko's corpse. He also started to unbuckle his belt as he climbed onto the bed beside the dead man. "D-Gen is a forum on the darkweb made for... uh, you don't mind, do you?"

She blinked as the man was already half-way undressed. "No?" She got up and out of the way for him.

Chuck nodded, continuing to pull his pants off and expose a hard shaft. "Thanks." He gripped Rosko's battered head and stuffed his cock into the man's slack mouth. "Ah... he always had a nice mouth. Even if more shit came out of it than anything else." She let out a soft moan as he started to slowly pump the dead man's head back and forth. "Where was I?"

Sam just kind of stood there, a little surprised by the bartender's attitude. "You were explaining what D-Gen was. Some kind of darkweb forum?"

"Right! It's made for rape and snuff lovers." He grunted a little, stuffing his cock deeper into Rosko's mouth. "But not like those ones posted to clearnet that are all fake. It's real rape and real murder. Even has cub stuff if you're into that kind of thing."

She cleared her throat. "Not particularly..." She glanced over at the laptop the hyena had been messing with earlier. "He might have started recording..." Chuck just nodded, but stayed quiet, save a few moans as he continued to pump into the dead man's mouth and down his throat. The silence got very awkward very quickly. "So... this D-Gen. It's just a bunch of people posting videos of themselves raping and killing each other?"

He blinked, looking up. "Well, sometimes it's other members, but usually it's just whatever random victim they found. Site pays pretty well to uploaders, too. I can give you an invite if you're interested. Though I'd recommend coming up with a username and not just using your own name." He pointed at the camera again. "This could be your introduction video. They pay pretty well for uploads like this. I'll even edit it for you. It's what I do... did... with Rosko's stuff." He let out a grunt as he felt himself getting closer. "Fuck... here we go!" He stuffed himself deep into the cooling throat as he came, dumping a load nowhere near as impressive as hers into Rosko.

She tilted her head a little at the shameless display. "Do you make a habit of fucking your dead friends?"

He laughed a little, rubbing his cock as he pulled it out, squirting a few more shots onto the hyena's battered face. "Fucking dead people, yes. But I wouldn't call him a friend. Acquaintance at best. He just provided the corpses." He sat back a little, his cock still dribbling a little. "I would have fucked his ass, but you did quite a number on it."

She chuckled slightly. "You came in at the right time, then. I was thinking of stuffing my rod down his throat before you walked in."

Chuck let out a soft laugh. "Well, you still can if you want." He scooted away a little. "I've had my fun. Though if you're done with him, I can dispose his body for you. Provided you're not going to kill and fuck me next."

She was again surprised by his calm attitude about such an idea. "I hadn't planned on it. You're not my type. I like the skinny boys like him. Though I make an exception for buff horses." She made a motion to the dead man. "You can do whatever you want with him." She turned to the laptop again. "I am interested in this D-Gen thing, though. Maybe I'll take you up on that invite offer... see what that's all about." She smirked a little. She knew there were other killers out there, of course, since her father had been one. She just never imagined that there was a whole forum full of them, all posting their kills for each other to enjoy.

The badger leaned back a little, not seeming to mind the blood and semen currently soaking into the bed. "Alright. And since you just went and killed my last provider of corpses, I've got another offer for you. If you're interested."

"You want me to take his place?" She looked at him. "I'm not gentle with those I fuck, so I can't promise that you'll have as many tight holes. And they'll mostly be men."

He shrugged. "It's fine. He liked clean kills, but I've always liked the messier ones, too." He tilted his head. "Though I guess I should ask your name."

She smiled. "Samantha. You can call me Sam." She would have to come up with some user name if she was going to do this D-Gen thing.

Chuck gave her a big grin. "Well, Sam, the offer stands. Take your time and think about it. I'm in no rush. And if you decide not to, then that's fine, too." He swung his legs off of the bed and started to pull his pants back up. "Oh, your clothes should be stuffed into a bag under the bed. And if you're planning on killing me anyway, don't worry about locking up when you leave." He gave a bit of a wave to her as he stepped out. "I'll be out at the bar for a while." With that, he walked out, leaving her alone in the room with her thoughts.

She shook her head, turning back to the laptop. She leaned in and found it was indeed recording the whole thing. She stopped the video, then sat down to poked around. The browser was also opened to this D-Gen site, current logged in as Rosko, or as his username said, RoskoRager. "Cute." She would have to check out just what this whole site was about, but the idea of making and posting videos wasn't the worst. In fact, there was some appeal to the whole concept. The fact that they paid for videos was also intriguing. Might not be a bad way for her to make a living, depending on how well it paid. Now all she needed to do was come up with some kind of name for herself...

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