Lost Love Lust

“This building seems very old and not taken care of, lots of fun can take place
in such wrecks.”, thought Lust.

Apartment #4 had a window out-looking the street, such factors needed to be taken into consideration.

As she used the tension wrench from her case, the slight cracking sound of the door reminded her of her old dusty apartment back home.

The inside smells like lavender, and the pillows on the couch are organized in an obsessive manner.

This person is organized, this person will also know if anything has been changed.

Lust makes sure to make a mess. The more disoriented, the better.

The first victim should be arriving in approximately ten minutes, Lust places the Pb4 in the refrigerator to cool for approximately 3 minutes and prepares her other weapons for the second victim.

Studying the floor plan of the apartment, she chooses her attacking position and takes the Pb4 out of the refrigerator, for a moment a sudden pain in her abdomen makes her motionless, and the victim is surely to arrive any moment.

Clenching her teeth with pain, she proceeds to the position close to the entrance of the master bedroom, inhales, exhales and just as her breath ends, the door clicks.

The bathroom mirror strategically lets her see where he moves, and as she tightens her grip on the hypodermic syringe, she taps it only to mock the circumstances.

Left foot first, she makes her way behind him, the muscles on the back of his neck tighten as he instinctively begins to turn around to see what approaches behind him.

The tender entry of the syringe into his neck requires quite the struggle for her to keep him down but the training proved to be quite the help.

In a matter of 53 seconds his eyes dry out, and because of the poison being a high dose, even his legs still twitch for 5 minutes after death.

Lust lights a cigarette and awaits her next treat.