Brynne Weaver

Maybe I want to taste all that ferocity. Straight from the source.”

Just one taste

“I’m Bria Brooks.”

Holy living fuck

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I don’t always fuck a man before I kill him, but when I do, I find there’s one thing they all have in common.

They’re disappointing.

Killing dickheads like you and dissolving their bodies in sodium hypochlorite. Keeps a girl busy.

I’m coming for you.

With one last check of the cameras, I finish cleaning and remake the bed, and sleep soundly with the body dissolving in the pit below my dreams.

I’m falling in love with you.

“Non es ad astra mollis e terris via,”