Chapter four

0 0 0
                                    

There ain't nothing worse than hanging around a bar, with a guy whose liquor tolerance, was shorter than his cocks length. But isn't wasn't a trap, after all...clear a day, mid-day.
"I can't believe you have the motivation to murder him. I thought you were just a desperate woman who needed sex and feeling good above everyone else." Zheng Peng remarked, "Or is it that I was wrong?"
"Shut the fuck up." Lucy Belle spoke, "You're always commenting upon everyone. Here's what's going to happen. You're going to die here, I'm going to escape with him, as the building burns to the ground, leaving you dead in your tracks."
Her villainous monologue is rather basic, basic white bitch basic. Nevertheless, it was careless, not even checking if one's self is carrying any sort of weapon, in this case, it's a pocket knife.
Using the pocket knife and escaping with the bumbling bloke(Ling Sung Jiao).
As the building burned, "I'll be back! I'll be back!"
Therapy was going to be recommended, especially when dealing with crazy women, crazy men, and never the less—crazy children, like straight out of horror movies.

Nothing stays the same Where stories live. Discover now