Glancing down at her right arm, she notices a scar that wasn’t there before.
In an ironic chuckle, she is reminded subtly of what line of work she is in.
She puts out her cigarette in the pot of flowers on the windowsill, no flower ever died of a tobacco overdose now did it.
The silver lines on her knives screamed of impatience as she checked their positioning once more.
The black handle on her scalpel ran lightly through her fingers, much like a small child running through a field of tall grass, only lightly touching the tips.
The white walls of this apartment made Lust consider redecoration. Blood red was, of course, her definite preference.
At not a moments notice, the creak of the apartment door made its way to Lusts ear.
Quick to react, a gun was pulled from the holster on her waist and directed towards the chest of this poor soul.
If only she could pause that moment to bring herself inches away from this persons face.
To see the pupils dilate and the face muscles contract of fear.
Fear had never been portrayed so beautifully.
She could even see the detailed drops of perspiration flow down the plastically enhanced cheeks of perfection.
This broad had been the typical definition of beautiful, fake acrylic decorations on fingers, false extensions of hair intertwined with bleach blonde assets, and silicone under the skin of both her lips, and breasts.
“Your boy toy is laying dead in the bedroom, if you take my instruction, you may not end up like him.”
Much like a naive little girl, the victims eyes poured with desire of mercy, but Lust was in no such state of mind, her grip on the gun loosened knowing that she had reeled in the bait.
“You will count your each step and walk into the kitchen. I will follow you simultaneously after which you will lay yourself on the kitchen counter with your lower back laying over the sink.”
As the young woman stepped nervously to the kitchen, Lust grabbed the K-24 Fanno hand saw and watched from the corner of her eye as the bimbo climbed atop the counter.
A knife was placed next to the area in order to be put at the neck of the victim which in turn was forced to take 400 mg of diphenhydramine and became induced in a trance of anesthesia and sleep prone symptoms.
This allowed Lust to work without having to restrain the victim, besides, she always enjoyed a bit of a struggle.
With the same knife, Lust slit the victims vocal cords and was no longer annoyed by the high-pitched yelps the wench made.
At this moment in time, Lust decided to serve her lunch and continue the fun afterwards, yogurt is best served at room temperature anyway.
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