The blood seeped out of the severed veins of her left hand as I raised the knife again, laughing.

Ever since i heard the first annoying notes of that infuriating "baby one more time" song, I had wanted blood to spill from this stupid bitch, Britney Spears.

I slashed at her again with my 7 inch knife, and a deep gash appeared in her neck. She fell to her knees, blood everywhere. I stood behind her and grabbed her by her hair. She screamed in pain as I pulled her head backward, widening the slit in her throat and causing more blood to gush onto the dirt.

She screamed wildly, desperatly crying for someone to save her.

No one came.

I placed the razor sharp edge of my blade against her smooth white neck and pulled quickly across. My knife slipped into the sliced flesh on the other side of her throat, causing a grisly semi-circle slash.

I wrapped her hair around my hand and pulled. Her neck split, the bone cracking in two with a delicious crunch. My heart leapt with pleasure at the sound of this disgusting pop-star's demise. I had planned this for a long time, and finally my dreams had come true. Britney Spears was dead.

I picked up her head, still holding onto it by her hair, and swung it into the wall, smashing her annoyingly beautiful face into oblivion. Her dark blood spattered on my jeans and t-shirt. Her blood was warm, but it wouldn't be for long.

I dropped the bloody mess that had been Britney's head on the floor, and played kickball with it for about an hour.

Giving her dirty, bloody, mutilated face one more kick, I turned away and started towards home, satisfied with a good days work.

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