A loud screech is heard.
“I need new tires”, Lust says as she slams the door and closes the garage.
Advertisement panels leaning onto a wall read:
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Lust takes a last breath of clean air and enters, “Oh peaches, this smell will never get old will it? Looks like we got a full house tonight, can you fit me in?”
Vinnie turns around with a smirk on his face, he removes his mask and tightens his lab coat.
“No, silly goose, it will never get old. Neither will you, and yes, I’ll postpone the old dame in the right corner and do your burn instead. Did ya have a good time with her at least?”
Lust ignored his question and went to the garage to get what was left of Miss Plastic 101.
She never shared that kind of information. Her missions were not only her job, they were her hobby.
To her, the screams were beautiful melody’s, the blood drops were trickles of art, and the memories were her own personal art gallery.
“Vin, you know how this goes. I do my job, I bring the job to you, and you finish it by destroying anything and everything I give you. Now hurry up, doll. We were gonna have lunch weren’t we?”
Their relationship was riveting. Both challenged each other intellectually, and found themselves smirking at each other many a time.
Lust enjoyed his company, and to Vinnie, Lust was the only company with a heartbeat that he could find pleasure in being around and conversing with.
Vin emptied the remains into the bin and pushed them onto the retort, “I’ll do these at 1600°, not much left of her to burn anyway.”
Lust shrugged and went to grab some sandwiches from the back, “You want turkey or ham?”, she asked.
“Turkey. You know I can’t stand that damn swine. Now, your meat on the other hand, I wouldn’t mind looking under.”
This flirting was primordial, morbid, and down right offensive, but Lust fathomed in his lack of shame.
“I’ll enjoy some swine then just fine, and as for my meat, that you shall never greet.”
Lust smirked and they both laughed as the smoke from the body slowly crept its way up the chimney walls.
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