He need a decent whore to overcome his primitive urges. Men. Can't hold on to their thoughts nor ...Well.. the other..
To most people, it was late. But for him, the night was still young. Any common whore would be a decent victim, but since the police have been cracking down hard on prostituition, he's options were rather....dismal.
Then he saw her. She was perfect. Not to beautiful to make his mind wander away; distracting his plans and not too ugly; for him to not pleasure from his act.
"Get in" he said, coldly.
She, without asking a word, gently opened the door, slid into the car, lifting her miniskirt, but not to much to have a peek at her under garments.
He drove of, away from the rich and glowing centre of KL city; to a more measly district.
"Where are we heading"?
"Shut up!"... "You'll know when we get there..."
She brushed of his harsh, angry words as she is used to men of his kind.
He drove into a rocky path; heading towards a run down warehouse.
"Get out".. and she complied, nervous of what he's next act would be.
She stood outside, holding nothing but her purse. "What if he does something"? "Can i fight him off?".. so many questions in her head.
She watched apprehensively, as the man got out of the car. Acting naturally, she started to dig thru her purse.
"What are you looking for"? he asked, getting close to her, with his hands in his pockets.
"Ciggrattes"...
He smiled sinically..."I might have it in my car"...
The man went back to his car, and as he dug the floor of his car, she found what she was looking for in her purse.
As he turned around, he had no idea what she had in her hand, even when he raised his knife to stab her, it was too late to notice the gun in her hand.
As he lay there bleeding to death, she kneeled on him and "You prick! I'm sick of you men taking advantage of us women. You should realise by now, we are not defenceless"...
"You bitch"..the man gasped as he slowly bled to death..
"Yeah.. thats what the other eight assholes said"...
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