"Sugar." She crooned with a spin on bright hot pink heels.
"Awwww....honey honey..." A whip of her dancer's body sent a high heeled foot cracking against his exposed ribs...."You are my candy boooyy...."
Pouty lips glossed with the latest shade of KickAzzPink puckered up as she observed the dangling form, "And you got me wanting youuu."
"Honey." A rapid quick thrust of her hands delivered a sternum shot that sent the man swinging like a punching bag.
"Awww...sugar, sugar." She didn't bother steadying him before spinning in the opposite direction to deliver another sharp kick to his other side, the sound of ribs cracking accompanied by his groan of agony, "You are my candy boy..."
She flicked her tongue across her glossy lips and used a manicured nail to remove the strands of hair that might obscure her vision. She wasn't breathing hard at the exertion, in fact, she seemed unfazed by her actions the earpieces delivering the early Earth hit to which she sang along.
"And you got me wanting you..."
She watched the rocking and swinging body with eyes outlined with electric green liner, the lashes extended with expert use of a mascara wand.
"I just can't believe the loveliness of loving you." Reaching out the manicured nails of one hand found purchase in his jaw, yanking his head upward, the other hand drawing back on a level plane, the heel of which was drawn forward as she set up the killing blow.
Her cell phone rang and she released him to step back and take the call. Checking the vidscreen before flipping it open, "Yea, you got Zef, whatup?"
"No way." Her head tilted to the side, "He really said that?"
A pause as she listened to the voice on the other end, "You tell that b*tch to move on. Sh*t, why are you all worked up over him in the first place" You need to remind him that having a big dick is different than being a big dick. Overcompensatin loser. You're better off without him. "
She listened, her light brown eyes never leaving the man that hung suspended by the hook before her.
"Look, you need a girl's night out. I'm gonna swing by and pick you up. Hooker, you better be lookin good cuz the party I'm taking you to is gonna be off the chain!"
Her laugh was lighthearted, girlish, "I gotta run. I'm workin. See you soon chica.?
The phone flipped shut and with a bored air she lashed the heel of her hand forward with none of her earlier finesse. Cracking cartilage heralded the crushing of his nose and as the shards of bone shot upward into his cranium, signaled the end of his life.
She took a minute to peruse her handiwork and was not disappointed with what she saw. He'd paid and paid dearly for his insult.
His vow of silence, his code of honor, had remained true and the Boss was quick to note that he was not going to break. Instead he'd be used as a warning. He'd become the message: the bruises, the broken bones, and the agony of his last remaining day on this god-littered realm serving as testimony.
The Winds wanted answers.
"Awwww....honey honey..." A whip of her dancer's body sent a high heeled foot cracking against his exposed ribs...."You are my candy boooyy...."
Pouty lips glossed with the latest shade of KickAzzPink puckered up as she observed the dangling form, "And you got me wanting youuu."
"Honey." A rapid quick thrust of her hands delivered a sternum shot that sent the man swinging like a punching bag.
"Awww...sugar, sugar." She didn't bother steadying him before spinning in the opposite direction to deliver another sharp kick to his other side, the sound of ribs cracking accompanied by his groan of agony, "You are my candy boy..."
She flicked her tongue across her glossy lips and used a manicured nail to remove the strands of hair that might obscure her vision. She wasn't breathing hard at the exertion, in fact, she seemed unfazed by her actions the earpieces delivering the early Earth hit to which she sang along.
"And you got me wanting you..."
She watched the rocking and swinging body with eyes outlined with electric green liner, the lashes extended with expert use of a mascara wand.
"I just can't believe the loveliness of loving you." Reaching out the manicured nails of one hand found purchase in his jaw, yanking his head upward, the other hand drawing back on a level plane, the heel of which was drawn forward as she set up the killing blow.
Her cell phone rang and she released him to step back and take the call. Checking the vidscreen before flipping it open, "Yea, you got Zef, whatup?"
"No way." Her head tilted to the side, "He really said that?"
A pause as she listened to the voice on the other end, "You tell that b*tch to move on. Sh*t, why are you all worked up over him in the first place" You need to remind him that having a big dick is different than being a big dick. Overcompensatin loser. You're better off without him. "
She listened, her light brown eyes never leaving the man that hung suspended by the hook before her.
"Look, you need a girl's night out. I'm gonna swing by and pick you up. Hooker, you better be lookin good cuz the party I'm taking you to is gonna be off the chain!"
Her laugh was lighthearted, girlish, "I gotta run. I'm workin. See you soon chica.?
The phone flipped shut and with a bored air she lashed the heel of her hand forward with none of her earlier finesse. Cracking cartilage heralded the crushing of his nose and as the shards of bone shot upward into his cranium, signaled the end of his life.
She took a minute to peruse her handiwork and was not disappointed with what she saw. He'd paid and paid dearly for his insult.
His vow of silence, his code of honor, had remained true and the Boss was quick to note that he was not going to break. Instead he'd be used as a warning. He'd become the message: the bruises, the broken bones, and the agony of his last remaining day on this god-littered realm serving as testimony.
The Winds wanted answers.