Page 119 of Running Winter

"Fuck you, bitch!" Hetty hissed as I nodded at Leigh, who was standing beside me.

"That's his job," I purred.

"Do you think I give a fuck about him?" Hetty laughed then, and the manic look in her eyes told me she was unhinged. "Do you think you and your little blade scare me?"

"I'm not sure, nor do I care," I said quietly. "But you broke into my house, bitch. You destroyed my things and prevented me from having one of the best orgasms I'd had in a long time. So, you are on my shit list."

Before she could respond, I slipped the knife from her neck, pushing it seamlessly into her side.

Hetty gasped, and I smiled as I twisted it around.

It’s just like cutting through turkey at Thanksgiving, I thought idly.

"I don't care if you kill me," Hetty whimpered, her teeth sinking into her lips. "Because after me, there will be others. Someone will always be ready to take my place, Crow."

Crow? That’s a new one.

I removed the blade slowly before stepping back and allowing her to fall to the floor in a heap. The blood poured thick and fast on the floor, and I watched it curiously.

"This is your ex? Were you on drugs?"

"Yeah, actually," Leigh muttered, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

He stared at the blood on the floor, but I was pleased to see he didn’t look at all fazed by it, nor did he make a move to help her.

"Oh, must've been some good shit,” Alexei added from the doorway, and the three of us chuckled.

"Boys. Leave us girls to chat," I purred, fluttering my eyelashes at them.

Alexei and Leigh scanned the trailer park before they did, and Leigh kissed me firmly on the mouth.

Hetty hissed from beside my feet, and I dragged myself away from him.

Part of me wanted to throw him on the dirty bed and fuck him, but this bitch would only distract me.

My blood was pumping hard through my veins.

The idea of snuffing out life was beyond exciting for me.

Once Leigh and Alexei had left, I crouched down to meet Hetty's eyes.

They were bloodshot and dark, her skin paling rapidly with the blood loss.

"You were sent here," I mused, moving her hair back from her face.

Hetty refused to answer, and I smiled at her kindly.

"Do you want to leave this world sooner rather than later?"

"You haven't got the balls."

"No, you're right. I'm all woman."

I rose, gazing around the trailer.

It was a pigsty; that much was clear. But I only needed two things. I found the first one easily, but the second was a little more complicated. But then I spotted it, and I let out an excited giggle.

"I love this color," I gushed, lifting a bottle of bright red nail polish. "But I always go back to black. I guess it's more me."

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