“Please, don’t do this. I have a family. I have a life I need to fulfill.”

Had she listened? No. Harleen merely dismissed the man’s arduous pleads, for she was too wrapped up in the way Jerome’s breath had been ghosting over the back of her neck to focus on anything else. Too focused in the way his lips subtly grazed his ear, whilst his tantalizing whispers coaxed her into pulling the trigger. Harley was too focused on him in general -- his mere presence had a way of straying her mind from reality, so much so that she had taken another man’s life. The worst part of it all? There was not one ounce of guilt built up in her sinuous frame —— albeit a turbulent, covetous surge of desire coursed through her veins. She hadn’t even made a fuss about the ichorous liquid that dotted her porcelain skin ; red suited her quite nicely. …show more content…
The lithe female took pride in the way the pudgy man jiggled beneath her, so much so that she decided it would be entertaining to toy with him some more. Much like a lioness toys with her prey in the wild before diving in for the kill. Her rusting switchblade proved to be quite handy, for she allowed the dull tip to carve the man’s skin, the agonizing screeches that bellowed from deep within him music to her ears.