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What Little Girls Are Made Of	By : EveryStarsFall13 Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 886 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-What Little Girls Are Made Of
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Thanks for the inspiration Smooshy!

Dreaming of the Dead

A slight throbbing pain pulsed through Spencer's skull, prompting him to finally wake. It only took a few groggy moments before he realized that he was hogtied to a lurid flowery mattress with a ball gag secured in his mouth. A single dangling light bulb lit the small dark space. If he hadn't been so utterly confused as to how he'd gotten there, he'd have been terrified. Suddenly he could hear three females voices arguing behind the closed door.

"Okay. Who's going in?" Lilith crossed her arms and looked back and forth between the others.

"Not me..." Bella peered at Kimmy, hoping she'd get the cue.

"NOT IT!" Kimmy raised her hand, trying to get off on playground rules.

"Come on! Someone has to! And there's no way it's going to be me."

"Hey, I had the LAST perv! It's Kimmy's turn."

"Hey, you CHOSE that guy!"

Lily rolled her eyes. "This is getting us nowhere."

"It's not MY fault that she didn't point right."

"You were drunk! You couldn't see if I pointed at Brad fucking Pitt or not!"

Ray chose that moment to walk by. "What's wrong, ladies?" he cooed.

"They're arguing over who's going in."

"She's making me do another perv!"

"You know I'M not doing it."

"Please don't make me go, it's Bella's turn."

"How about the one that does this guy gets a little reward later...from me..." Ray smiled around at them, putting an arm around Lily and caressing Kimmy's cheek.

There was a strong silence for a few moments before Kimmy yelled, "SHOTGUN!" and leaped toward the door, only to be pushed out of the way by Bella. Lily and Ray laughed and watched the two battle for the door.

Finally Kimmy managed to slip through the door, prompting Bella to yell, "Whore!" angrily after her.

"Loser!" Kimmy yelled back.

"Bitch!"

"Pussy!"

"OK, OK, it's settled," Lily chuckled. "We're gonna go start dinner, Kimmy, let us know when you're done."

"Hope he doesn't put up a fight!" Bella giggled. "Tonight's baked chicken breasts."

"C'mon, Daddy." The girls entwined their arms with Ray's. "You can be our taste tester..." Together they made their way down the hall towards the kitchen, leaving Kimmy to her work.

Spencer twitched on the mattress, looking up at the smallest of his captors. It was pretty obvious from her cute pink sandals that this was the one known as Kimmy. She smiled down at him gently as she lowered herself down to the mattress, crossing her legs primly under her sundress.

"Now don't be afraid," she cooed, brushing a rogue strand of his hair away from his face. "I'll make this as quick as possible. I can't say it'll be painless, but it'll be better than if Bella had done you in. She's got a thing about beards, hates them, thinks they make all men look like rapists."

She slowly got back up on her knees, reaching for a length of rope next to the mattress. "Try not to squirm too much while I work, it'll make things run SO much smoother," Kimmy chirped happily, beginning to wrap it tightly around his neck. It was at this juncture in time that poor Spencer finally felt the reality of what was happening to him sink in, and he tried his best to scream, only to be silenced by the ball gag.

"Aw, sugar, I told you not to be afraid," she giggled, pulling the rope even tighter, constricting his airflow until he could just barely breathe. "It'll all be over very...very...soon..." From underneath the mattress, she brought out a very large steel butcher knife, the lone light bulb glinting off the cold metal. "Let's get you ready for it, shall we?"

Rolling him back onto his stomach, Kimmy readjusted some of the knots so that his hands were no longer bound to his feet, allowing his tired legs to fall down to the mattress. "I'm gonna warn you now, this is gonna sting," she chuckled, straddling his lower back. She got a good grip on his arms, and with all her force she wrenched them up towards his head, twisting them out of their sockets and making him wail around his gag in unspeakable pain.

"It's such an intriguing sound, joints snapping," she mused, reaching for the knife once more. "Most people are sickened by it, but to us, it kinda sounds like music. It's not the best sound, though." Grasping the handle with both hands and lifting it high, she readied herself for the plunge. "The best sound is gagged last words..."

The knife went as easily through his torso as a plastic fork through birthday cake.

By this time, dinner was ready, and the others were setting the table. Lily leaned across the table and kissed Ray on the cheek. "What can I get you to drink?"

Bella set the silverware down and rolled her eyes. "Flirt..." she mumbled. "So what's next after...she's done with him?" She chuckled as a few strangled screams floated down the hall.

Ray smiled and chuckled, kissing Bella's hand. "Jealous, sweetie?"

"Baby," Lilith chuckled under her breath, making Bella stick out her tongue at her.

"You know there's enough of me to go around, hun," Ray giggled, pulling Lily into his lap. "Don't be so upset."

It was then that Kimmy rejoined the group, her dress and face splattered slightly with blood. "Pervy-looking guy dispatched," she grinned.

"Goddammit, Kimmy, you could've gotten cleaned up first!" Lilith frowned, thinking about how she was going to have to spot-treat that dress later.

"Yeah, I mean at least be a bloodthirsty maniac BEFORE dinner, not DURING," Bella added.

Ray just smiled at her. "Go wash up real quick, the girls have cooked up a yummy meal." He kissed her hand suggestively. It was, of course, all the motivation she needed. "I take pride in my work, is all," Kimmy giggled to herself, heading off to wash up.

"I think it's ready now, I'll go check on the breasts." Bella got up and headed for the kitchen.

Lily chuckled a bit. "Like Toro doesn't do enough 'breast checks' already..."

A few moments later, Bella came back with the casserole dish. "Dinner's ready."

"Oh! We've got some red wine stashed in the basement...nevermind..." Lily trailed off, remembering what else was stashed down there.

"What? Don't want to brave the smell of your own handiwork?" Kimmy giggled, taking her seat.

"Well, could you at least go checks on my buns? They're still in the oven," Bella sighed.

"That I can do," Lilith smirked, heading for the kitchen.

After dinner, Lilly and Bella began clearing the table and cleaning the kitchen. After ending up giggling and covered in water, Lilly remembered she still had to give Melanie a call. She went upstairs and changed her shirt before coming back down and taking a cold beer out back to the patio.

Melanie Bryson had been close friends with Kimmy, Lilly and Bella since high school. However, they lost touch when the three girls moved to college together and decided to follow the same career path. When Kimmy turned 21, which happened to be on the five year anniversary of their high school graduation, the fabulous foursome was back. And it just so happened that their buddy Mel… became a cop.

Everything fell into place from there.

Melanie covered them when they met their first, a piece of shit low life who had been hitting on Lilly and Bella at his band’s show. Bert, he said his name was, and he could barely keep his eyes off of the girl’s tits and ass long enough to sing his crappy ass songs.
His band mates were long gone when he started sending round after round of drinks to their end of the bar, then waited until near closing to approach. Bert ended up following Lilly to the bathroom, where he threw himself at her, grabbing her by the hair when she persisted.

She screamed in surprise, trying desperately to escape his grasp, but Bert just chuckled, gripping her tighter, and pressing his body close. Lilly wrinkled her nose in disgust as his breath, which smelled of cigarette smoke and whiskey, filled her nostrils.

“Let me go!” She told him, pulling and scratching, fighting and kicking.
Bert screeched when he tried to cover her lips with his and she bit down hard.

“You fucking BITCH!” He yelled, shoving her into the closest stall. Lilly fell back on the toilet seat with a yelp as Bert began to unbuckle his pants. “You’re going to get it sweetheart. You and your little friend have been BEGGING for this all night… Too bad she’s not here to enjoy it with you.” He cackled, reaching into his pants and Lilly could tell he was rubbing himself.
He inched closer to a helpless Lilly, lustfully dragging his liquored tongue across her face and neck. Lilly flinched, but Bert persisted. Holding her wrists tightly and grinding his now withdrawn hard-on against her chest.

“You know if I were you? I’d SO put that little thing away… My Mom has got bigger dongs hidden in her panty drawer!”

Bert snatched his head around, only to see Bella leaning against the mirror, twirling a shiny switchblade around her fingers, glaring at him hatefully.

“Get the fuck away from her…” She spat.

Bert smirked. “Well, well, well…” He turned his back on Lilly and started walking towards Bella. “And just what are you going to do about it… little lady?”

That was it.

Bert made his final, fatal mistake in turning his back on Lilly, who immediately lept forward and tackled him from behind. Once Bert was on the ground, Bella kicked and pinned him there with her feet while Lilly called Ray.

The four of them, Ray, Bella, Kimmy and Lilly drug Bert down into the soundproof basement of their house, his fate being left in the hands of the young woman he assaulted.
Lilly took a swig of her beer and shivered at the at the memory of her bullet piercing through that motherfucker’s flesh, tearing it apart as he howled in horror and his blood sprayed across the end of her nose and cheeks.

The first kill.

But definitely not the last.

Lilly lit a cigarette and took a nice, long pull as she pressed the speed dial button on her cell phone, blowing the smoke into the chilly October air.

“Hey Mel… It’s me…” She trailed off after her friend answered.
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