Leave life with a Great Big Smile.

The cold evening air, the air littered with hideous perfumes and rock bottom woman selling themselves all down the street, another night at work. Standing on the street, her heels high, her make up everywhere and not an ounce of self-respect was Bandia. Cars passed by , some stopped ,some didn’t. Some let girls in and other let girls out, same as every other night. One thing about these night that did amuse Brandia was the difference in the girls smiles as they got into the car and as they left. When they entered their smiles were false, just a mean to lure someone in but on their way out with the job done and money in hand their smile are even more pathetic. A car pulled up and the door flew out. Brandia stepped toward the car as she let her mind wander. She soon found herself back many years, back to when she was just sixteen and when this life begun.

Not a light was on in the house and silence ruled the home. Creeping in the shadows Bandia took each step as if it were on glass. Her life was building up this moment, she plotted and imagined for years what this would be like but it was time for fantasy to become reality. One thing was off, her heart. It wasn’t beating, or rather it was but at a very slowly pace which was weird when she’d imagined it her hearth would start beating like mad. The door to her parent room was ajar and inside she could see her targets, her victims, mom and dad.

She approached with light steps and taking a case from the pocket, she snapped it open and produced a syringe. Suddenly she felt a gagging sensation, she was snapping back to reality. Falling back on the dirt motel floor Bandia coked and coughed as the man laugh at her say something about being too big, as if. She focused, putting all her energy into remembering. She was in her parents rooms, they both lay motionless on the bed. She’d injected a toxin into them that paralyzed them without altering the pain receptors. The only moving part of their bodies now was their eyes. The look in their eyes at that moment is a memory burned into Bandia’s memory never to be forgetten. She remember how their eyes screams as she pulled out the knife and how traumatized her mother looked after Bandai had stabbed her father so many time he was unrecognizable and then in one swift moment ended her mother’s life.

Reality kicked back in, the client was groaning so much she couldn’t concentrate. She was sitting on him now bouncing up and down well the man played with her breast like they were stress balls. She was getting tired of this. He pulled on her breast, pulling her down to him to smother himself in her cleavage. He tired out, the job was done. Now for the fun. The client fell back into the pillows, apparently exhausted. Brandia wasn’t impressed it had only been ten minutes. She still sitting on him but could feel him slowly recede out of her. That horrible nasty feeling came over her again, she couldn’t even pretend anymore she was the lowest of the low, a complete whore who only skill is between bed sheets. She was on the verge of tears when the man open his fucking mouth.

“Move bitch” Were his final words. In a flash on anger Bandia raised her fist and began pounding into the man. Her punch broke bones at time until eventually she punched clean through him. The world was begin to come back as her red-blurred vision faded. In shock she pulled back her first, she looked at it in horror. It was glowing with white aura around it, her hand was shaking. She took a sobering breath, she hand stop shaking and when she looked at it next the aura had gone. She looked beneath to the corpse. He was extending back into her, she could feel it. She laugh out loud, even dead men were still men. She began to bob up and down, slowly at first then fast and faster until the bed and room shook. When she finally screamed it woke up the entire hotel, leading Brandia to make a quick escape while the hotel was left to find a violated corpse. She ran eight block home never stopping until she slammed the door shut. She locked the door and feel unconscious before ever hitting the bed.