Posted by: picca on: January 14, 2009
Sophie hiccupped and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.
“Do you like this?” she drawled, stepping closer to the man. He was hunched over on the ground, eyes clinched in pain.
Sophie squatted down and bounced on the balls of her feet, leaning in close to him. The smell of alcohol was [...]
Posted by: picca on: May 2, 2007
She frowned a bit as she plucked the fleck of skin off her new Fura-fura kitty purse. Pulling the bag close to her face, she examined it carefully to make sure there was no bloodstain left behind. There was none. Satisfied, she let it fall sloppily back to its place on her hip and [...]
