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London, Part 1

London had a great life. At 18, she graduated with the highest honors. At 19, the perfect man proposed to her. At 20, her life crashed.

Her fiancé had a great idea! Let's have a child he said. They had enough money to support one, so why not. London agreed, and they tried. They succeeded. She was so happy when she took the test and it was positive. She ran down the hallway screaming in joy for her fiancé to come look. But as soon as he saw it, his face fell. He was absolutely disgusted. He called her a whore. He slapped her so hard she fell to the ground, then he dragged her by her long, brown hair to the pantry and locked her in, screaming that no one would ever want a child with her, and that he's sorry he did. Because he doesn't love her anymore.

He called a couple of his friends to come help him. London's always hated them, so it seemed like the perfect idea. As soon as they got there, he dragged her back into the kitchen and they all beat her. They kicked her and hit her with a broom until her fiancé had enough. He wanted to take this seriously.

He walked up to the counter where a thin, long, silver kitchen knife lay, and hastily grabbed it. He thought that if she wasn't good enough for him, then she wouldn't be good enough for his unborn child. So why not put it out of it's misery?

He kneeled down over his barely conscious fiancée and whispered, "This should be fun baby." He sat up strait on top of her legs and raised the knife high above his head. Grinning madly, he brought it down hard into her gut. Over and over and over and over. 11 times total.

He suddenly stopped, and looked at the knife in his bloody hands. Then to the cuts in her gut. What had he done? He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her tight, wailing for her to be alive, not wanting to face the consequences for what he's done.

He looked towards his friends in desperation and they told him they'd help hide her body. He whispered many thank you's to them and with tears flowing down his face, he helped drag her body to his trunk.

When they threw her in the trunk, they heard her groan just the littlest bit. Looking concerned that she could get up and tell someone what they've done, one of the friends grabbed some rope out of his trunk and threw it in with London.

They drove out to to a secluded place in the woods, where the biggest tree in the woods was still growing. This was London's favorite tree. Her fiancée thought it'd at least bring her some peace.

One of his friends grabbed the rope and threw it up over the lowest branch, still at least 10 feet off the ground, and tied one end around London's neck. Hoisting her up close to the branch, she woke up gasping for air and screaming. But they kept pulling.

They tied the other end of the rope around the trunk of the tree and waited there until London stopped squirming. When she was dead still, they uttered a prayer for her, and left.