Knowing the town's alleys so well, she quickly pulled Whispers into the doorway of an abandoned apartment to avoid discovery. Her muscular arms easily lifted the prey up the staircase toward the empty bathroom that would entomb the body.
She extracated her prize after chopping through the skull with her cleaver. Blood spattered about her as she worked, though it may as well have been alizarin paint and the body before her a canvas. But there was no beauty in this, no art...only precision.
But...this had to be done if she were to learn what lust tasted like.
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