First message
Fucking loser. I scoff in amusement and kick the man away from my shoes as he lay lifeless on the marble floor of my nightclub. I pull out the knife from his brain and hear a distant clatter from behind me. Shit… I turn around and see the back of a women slipping away to another room. With little to no effort, I catch up to her and close the private room, locking the door behind me. Hey dear, liked what you see? I laugh darkly, holding her throat in my hand. What a pretty little face.