"I want a little toy horse on wheels, so I can put my doll on it and roll it around like a princess, and a little turtle and an aquarium. Not too big though, just with one gold fish in it."
The Little girl was sitting on Santa's lap, smiling as she kept talking in a rush.
"I don't like chocolate cake. I want vanilla one with lots of icing. Oh, and a carriage for my doll. And I want a tea set so I can have tea parties."
She kept talking, pulling a little on Santa's fake beard, moving it away from her face. She was talking for a couple of hours already. The clock at the mall was showing 10:30 pm, The line to Santa's village disappearing as disgruntled parents left with their kids, unable to get their turn. Stores closed and the mall slowly emptied. Yet the girl kept talking.
"A new watch with Care Bears on it. Sunshine bear is my favorite. And I then I want-" The girl suddenly stopped as she felt a man's hand gripping her by her little leg. "What are you doing?" She looked at Santa in surprise.
"Hahahaha..." A cold deep laugh echoed through the empty mall, as Santa pulled down his beard. A face with beady eyes and lips stretched in a green, yellow, crooked smile were staring back at her. The grip on her leg increased slightly.
"What are you doing?" she asked, "You are Santa! You are supposed to be good!" The girl struggled against his red coat, trying to get free from the painful grip.
"What do you think?" he sneered, "That you are the only one with wants? Santa wants something too..." His face drew closer to hers, so close that she could smell the rot in his breath, as the grip on her leg became stronger, painful, unbearable.
The emptiness of the mall echoed the sound of a snapping bone, a sound that one cannot forget. The sound was followed by... nothing. No scream.
Blood poured on white trimming of Santa's coat as the girl squeezed his neck. His eyes were glazed over, and his head hung unnaturally to the side.
"Bad Santa!" said the girl. Another movement of the little hand snapped his head backwards. The girl stood up and wiped her hands on his coat, Then she skipped down the hall towards the exit, toward a security guard at the front.
"Hey! Where are your parents?" The security guard tried to get her attention, raising his voice. "Wait, it's cold outside. Don't you have a coat?"
The girl turned around and cheerfully said, "I don't have parents. I killed them. I live with my brother. I am going to meet him soon." A cold breeze rushed through the mall as she opened the door, unhindered by the hilariously incompetent security guard. The doors slammed behind her, locked.
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