From her right hand drops the pair of vocal cords straight into a biological canister, her hand still warm from the blood, Lust grabs her yogurt from the contrastingly cold refrigerator.
Staring at the white wall in front of her, Lust sees herself much like the wall, perhaps their lives are even similar.
The wall listens, but [...]
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spastic & sterilized.
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damnation & design.
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 [...] -
still liquids & abyss.
“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 [...] -
honesty & cheap cigars.
The wind brings her to almost suffocate.
She asks him to drop her off in front of the Venetian, she will need to stop by there
to grab her check, and then they can proceed to her place.Not does he know she is not local.
She pulls the hood from her jacket over her hair, which still smells [...] -
banal & dominance.
A CD repeats as the distinct pattern to her high heels fill the tiles with resonance.
Dear Lust, a bit of fun perhaps?
Why yes dear, of course. Would be quite the pleasure.
Introduce fierce look in the eye and the convincing innocence of kindness.
Local sports bar of Kingman, the dark wood on the bar catches her eye.
Contemplating [...]
