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TEEN WOLF season four episode five ════ ⋆★⋆ ════════ ⋆★⋆ ════
"HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU, VIOLET. DONT TOUCH THAT!" Paisley exclaims when Violet tries to touch the necklace from the argent on the table. Paisley doesn't even remember putting it down, but whatever.
"What even is it? An arrow?" Violet inquires, with a curious expression plastered on her face. She seems to be getting more and more on Paisleys nerves after every question. Every word makes her want to slam Violet's face into a wall making blood splash everywhere.
Paisley frowns, "Mind your business." She retorts, imagining if she were to actually slam violet into a wall with a small grin on her face.
"I was just—"
"You were just about to touch something that doesn't belong to you. You want me to cut off your other arm?" Paisley cuts her off.
Violet huffs out a breath in exasperation.
"The plan went through." She continues to say, "Garrett led Demarco to the party, and i killed him."
"Good work, i guess." Paisley replies in response. "Your moneys already in your account."
Paisley kidnapped a billionaire last week, and stole all of her money before killing her to do this whole dead pool thing. At first, she thought it was a great idea. Then she just thought it was stupid overtime because.. she could've kept the money, and if she wasn't an extremely fair person, she probably would've.
Violet can see the girls getting more and more insane, and desperate after each kill. She can tell, because she's been there. She's been at her psychotic prime, killing anything she could see. Garrett pulled her back from that, and she pulled him right down with her. She likes Paisley, even if she did cut off her arm. She knows what she's getting into, and she understands the consequences of it all.
"Next is Carrie Hudson. Do what you do." Paisley mumbles, looking down at her necklace, which is lying across her hand. Taunting her, and calling out to her. It's like everything about the damn thing pulls paisleys heart, and slams a hammer against it. "And then Brett Talbot." She continues to say.
"Okay. How much are those?"
"You think i got all of that information in my mind? Check the list yourself." Paisley responds, rolling her eyes in exasperation before slipping her necklace into her pocket again, and lifting a 500 pound barbell.
