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LAURA DIEGO

“Darlene? Darlene dear?” I sneered, feeling the tickle scratch at my throat so that I threw the phone where it scattered loudly against the wall to let out great, heaving laughs.

“Oh, my word! Saints!” I guffawed, seeing spirits of my saliva scatter on the frightened woman’s face as I raised eyes that looked glazed in the glass wall opposite us to praise my ancestors.

They'd been working overtime in my favor the whores!

“Can you believe my luck, Kayla?” I jeered, feeling my shoulders shake with deep, amused laughs until there was only enough air left for a hearty chuckle in my lungs.

I’d been so close to pulling the trigger, so close to ending the miserable woman’s existence with a little more than grunt, body bagging business remaining.

“But now, now,” I gloated loudly, my eyes finding the bright blue pools of Kayla Storm’s face before I hooked one bloodied hand on her shirt cuff as she moaned weakly into the gag, shaking her head.

It almost seemed like a century and a h