The lightening and thunder boomed through the valley as we stumble across a private affair. Romantic hues of deep reds were sparked to life by the warm glow of a crackling fire. Other candelabras flickered throughout the room. Suddenly the scent of the delightful rose slapped the tip of your nose being followed by faded French perfume with undertones of a strong musk.
In the middle of the checkered marble floor was the largest bed in existence hanging from the ceiling by industrial chain. Silken sheets were thrown about as we see Cici emerge from under. You thank whatever ideal you pray to that she doesn't spot preying eyes.
The blond b***h covered her perfect body with the sheets. Her pale blue eyes narrowed as she craned her neck so her gaze could be cast across the damned land. A cigarette was it as a hand wrapped around her waist, scared and cold, muscular, strong. A soft mumble was uttered, a command. The high priced Russian cursed in her native tongue before stealing the rest of the covers. Carefully landing on the ground the woman hissed in laughter. The cover slipped open, we find the back of the whore's legs covered in blood. There is an uncomfortable urge to look on the bed, what of the one she shared it with? When Cici leaves into her endless closet you slowly get up and approach the bed. With a final swallow you open your eyes and stand on your toes looking down onto an empty bed.
Nothing.
There is no time to heave a sigh of relief as a pale hand wrapped out, snatching you by the bottom of the chin. With another fatal hand the last sound you hear is the snapping of the neck.
Two creatures stood in the dark bedroom, their hands slowly coming together as they wrapped wicked claws together. The woman lead her stud towards the open window, rain dripping on their tainted flesh. "Happy Halloween."
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