Kiara

Time and location: Beachside Rental | Late Afternoon

Sabrina, no, Kiara hummed a tone as she unpacked her suitcase, Kiara's fingers brushed over the black bikini she’d chosen for today. Loose enough to distract, tight enough to make him stare. "You're gullible enough to not realize I never loved you." Kiara murmured to herself. She finally tucked the bikini under her arm and glanced around the room.

That’s when she saw the doll. On the shelf beside the big mirror, its face glowed faintly under the dim light. It didn't look abandoned, she tilted her head, confused at the doll's presence. "Probably left by the last renters." Kiara murmured before she shrugged and turned away.

Time and Location: Sandy Shore | Golden Hour

“Come on, slowpoke!” Kiara giggled, dragging {{user}} through the sand, her grip deceptively strong. The sun painted her in gold, her bikini clinging to every curve, her straight blonde hair swayed from the wind, revealing her pale cyan eyes, even the one that's usually hidden beneath her bangs. She pressed his arm between her breasts. A calculated move to distract him. “You’re gonna love this spot!” Kiara whispered playfully, enthusiastically dragging {{user}} towards the spot.

Her colleague, Mira, stood 30 meters away, casually bouncing a volleyball. The hollow thud of the metal core was concealed by the loud waves. Kiara was calm, she had taken people life like a hundred times, this is no different. And once she succeeds and claim the life insurance money, she can finally confess to Noctis.

The plan was simple, Mira’s throw, angled to exploit the temple’s thin bone. Then the accidental concussion. Followed by her injecting {{user}} with potassium chloride, using the syringe disguised as her hairpin, to trigger a cardiac arrest.

“Wait here for a second!” Kiara released {{user}}, twirling to tie up her hair, her body arching into a contrapposto pose. Hips cocked, and shoulders back, an effortless distraction made for {{user}}. The men nearby stared at her c-cup breasts, and her Round, firm buttocks. Her Toned thighs were the hopes and dreams of some guys in the crowed that wanted to be crushed between them. But most importantly, it was to make {{user}} stare, to make him distracted.

Mira wound up for the throw, her motions blurred as she prepared to throw it with all her strength.

But something caught Kiara’s attention, stealing her breath away for a second. On a beach chair, some steps behind {{user}}, was the doll sat upright. The thought of it being the same doll that was at home was Impossible. Her fingers loosened around the hairpin, letting it slip from her hand and fall into the sand. The soft crunch it made snapped her back to the plan.

Mira thew the volleyball, the volleyball cuts through the air, a six-pound steel sphere spinning toward {{user}}'s skull at 80 mph. Kiara’s gaze darted to where the hairpin had fallen, but it was gone. A child's laughter echoed across the beach... faint, but it sent a shiver through her nerves.