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| "I’m so tired of this comedy! The fake love! Tenderness, this? It's a show she imposes to Clitty! How she holds her prisoner in plain view! And nobody cares! Nobody pays attention? I can’t believe it.. But wait. First I need to know more: Where she lives and keeps her captive. What are her means. Her weapons. Her security- becaus eI know how dangerous this evil woman is!. I'll show Frida and the other cunt how serious it is. I can’t just do it with Jones and Kurt, I need Frida’s place and help. This Tomsen.. I'll.. Kill her. Dispose of the body." | * Clitty.. Clitty my little thing.. Now you're alone, maybe I -maybe it's time to come up and take you with me? Should I? Right now, in the middle of the street? Yes! No.. No: poor puppy believes me dead and what would happen if I surged suddenly?It might cry! People might worry.. Those little things .. They're fragile, this could terrify her senses. No.. It's tough for me but I have to be realistic: This must happen within a privileged environment. Also, only when I can prove to it it has nothing to fear from the blond cunt anymore.. That it is back to where true love is. That it is safe! Yes.. Yes, I must first take care of the vicious, demented killer. |
| ... and the madness goes on! I can’t believe she managed to look like some bloody star of business. Those stupid people- it’s the media now! She gives interviews, when all she should be doing is stand on trial and get the death penalty! This is so unreal! So damn crazy! Just what I feared but there’s no other way: I’ll have to give her justice myself. Actually.. It should be even better if I’m the one to do it and guess what: I’m sure I can be creative. I will be creative, oh yes! Just wait, killer bitch: You have it coming. Coming very soon | "Cry! Beg! React, damn junkie!" Slash! "Wiggle, you piece of crap! Cry!" Slash! *to people out of the frame* "Kurt? Kurt, you asshole! I told you not to pick up drug addicts! Those zombies don't feel the pain! How can I feel better if I don't see them dancing under the whip or begging for mercy!" Slash! "Sorry boss, we thought it was drunk boss. Was on the gutter, vomitting, boss. Want me to fetch you another one now?" "I want Tomsen to hurt! " Slash! "To die!" Slash! "I want my puppy returned to me, its true owner!" Slash! "Uh..yes, boss. |
| "Cry! Beg! React, damn junkie!" Slash! "Wiggle, you piece of crap! Cry!" Slash! *to people out of the frame* "Kurt? Kurt, you asshole! I told you not to pick up drug addicts! Those zombies don't feel the pain! How can I feel better if I don't see them dancing under the whip or begging for mercy!" Slash! "Sorry boss, we thought it was drunk boss. Was on the gutter, vomitting, boss. Want me to fetch you another one now?" "I want Tomsen to hurt! " Slash! "To die!" Slash! "I want my puppy returned to me, its true owner!" Slash! "Uh..yes, boss." | Back at Frida’s place. Candy looking agitated surged, interrupting the two women playing. Candy: Frida, This can’t go on much longer.You wanna keep playing with your little friend but it’s time you put your weight on the real issue. Frida: Oh? and what could be the real issue? "Your so-called friend. Tomsen. I’ve followed her. What she’s doing to the model she came with at your party.. I've seen it. It’s horrible! The poor girl.. you have no idea! I’ve already told you: she’s a killer! We have to do something!" "Candy, I’m sorry but you’re not making any sense. I don’t know what’s this thing you have with Tawny. I told you, Tawny is not a-" "Are you only listening! Fuck! I’m telling you! She killed my father! She’s gonna kill again! She’s gonna-go-Arghh! She’s-" Frida: "That's enough! What’s wrong with you? Are you out of you mind?" |
| Hearing Frida's comment about her nerves, Candy nearly choked. Then screamed: "What? What are you hinting at ? " Suddenly rushing, fist forward "No fucking old dyke is gonna tell me I'm - Get that, stupid sow! Get that!" The unexpected and powerful strike hit Frida on the throat. She staggered and vacillated. *Ohhh what a blow,* observed Anik. Hadn't her hands been locked in the rigid contraption she would have run them on herself. Her belly felt all the little butterflies flying. *What a strong fighting bitch, this Candy..Now.. Mistress Frida.. What?* | Frida had fallen on the floor but neither the shock nor the pain lasted. She wasn’t back on her feet that her face reddened with anger: « That’s it! You bloody, insane freak! Now get out of my house. Pack your stuff and split at once! » « I won’t! I won’t unless you apologise and make the right move! We gotta kill this-this, uh.. » « Oh you won’t? Then let’s see that I call the police and fetch a gun. » Frida rushed out of the room, leaving Anik gazing intensely at the fuming Candy. *My oh my..what is this woman made off?*, she wondered, and sighed |