Hetaira I found her in a dark room with a murderous smirk and a bourbon-clutching fist. Forest fire eyes glowing green beneath burnt out fluorescents ignited upon my arrival. A cigarette rested between clawed nails breathing out its toxic air. The smirk quickly vanished , saying in a cold voice as she killed her smoke and placed her drink down, “S’bout damn time you got here. Ya know how fucking ridiculously long I’ve been sittin’ here?” I blushed, fumbling with my pen, paper and recorder as I took a seat. &#Hetaira
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Make your victim my neck..
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