The sadist gripped a fistful of her plaything’s hair in one hand. She brought the tip of the knife to the bottom of Cass’s chin with the other. “Cuz it sure as shit beats the hell out of being bored.” With a grunt, she forced the knife up through the bottom of Cass’s mouth. Her tongue split in half then the long blade punctured the roof of her mouth. With another hard shove, Caroline forced the deadly blade into Cass’s brain. Her victim’s eyes bulged, staring up at Caroline with so much exquisite misery that she nearly came.
Then the light went out of Cass’s eyes and she became just another used up toy. Caroline slowly unsheathed her knife from the dead woman’s head. She wiped some of the blood off on Cass’s disheveled hair then scooted down so she could reach her unmoving tits. The knife moved easily and in a moment, Caroline had two more nipples to add to her collection.
Slipping back into her leather armor, Caroline gave a final look to the grizzly scene. Cass lying sprawled on her cot, various organs strewn about her. She spotted the dead woman’s womb lying in a bloody pile on the floor. Lifting her foot, she stomped down on it, relishing the sound of the squishing flesh under her boot. She pulled her hair back into a bun and slipped the hat she’d looted from the dead ranger bitch onto her head, tipping it to Cass’s messy remains.
“You weren’t bad for a drunk lay,” she told the corpse. “But you made a better meat puppet than you did a lover.” She turned and left the cramped bunk, making sure to pull the door shut behind her. She didn’t want anyone finding the body until she was a good ways away from the outpost. She doubted anyone would really miss the alcoholic water merchant. The sniper bitch, on the other hand, might raise an alarm.
As Caroline made her way to the road leading out of the Ranger outpost, she didn’t hear any alarmed voices or see any extra guards. She glanced to the rooftop where she’d left Ghost’s body. No sign of activity there. Maybe the bitch hadn’t had any friends in the outpost. She’d seemed the loner type. Under different circumstances, maybe we would’ve had some fun hunting together, Caroline thought then shrugged the notion aside. She didn’t play well with others. Not long term, anyway.
With the outpost behind her, the young killer focused her attention forward. She was sure there were plenty more toys to play with in the Mojave.
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Then the light went out of Cass’s eyes and she became just another used up toy. Caroline slowly unsheathed her knife from the dead woman’s head. She wiped some of the blood off on Cass’s disheveled hair then scooted down so she could reach her unmoving tits. The knife moved easily and in a moment, Caroline had two more nipples to add to her collection.
Slipping back into her leather armor, Caroline gave a final look to the grizzly scene. Cass lying sprawled on her cot, various organs strewn about her. She spotted the dead woman’s womb lying in a bloody pile on the floor. Lifting her foot, she stomped down on it, relishing the sound of the squishing flesh under her boot. She pulled her hair back into a bun and slipped the hat she’d looted from the dead ranger bitch onto her head, tipping it to Cass’s messy remains.
“You weren’t bad for a drunk lay,” she told the corpse. “But you made a better meat puppet than you did a lover.” She turned and left the cramped bunk, making sure to pull the door shut behind her. She didn’t want anyone finding the body until she was a good ways away from the outpost. She doubted anyone would really miss the alcoholic water merchant. The sniper bitch, on the other hand, might raise an alarm.
As Caroline made her way to the road leading out of the Ranger outpost, she didn’t hear any alarmed voices or see any extra guards. She glanced to the rooftop where she’d left Ghost’s body. No sign of activity there. Maybe the bitch hadn’t had any friends in the outpost. She’d seemed the loner type. Under different circumstances, maybe we would’ve had some fun hunting together, Caroline thought then shrugged the notion aside. She didn’t play well with others. Not long term, anyway.
With the outpost behind her, the young killer focused her attention forward. She was sure there were plenty more toys to play with in the Mojave.