Rouge Wines With Blood Splatters

Chapter 2 Act 1-1

located cheap Chinese takeout restaurant seven miles away. "I've eluded the grasp of Korean police for now," she relaxes. His crazy swerving here and there through the tight traffic, like a damn fool. "This man misunderstands proper usage of an apex in corning, and he prefers braking late while choosing the worst possible time to accelerate," she deliberates. The four tires skid unnecessarily while creating overwhelming understeer and correction issues. "Your fare is 50,000 won (50 USD)," he states grouchy. She drops the exact amount in his obese sweaty disgusting hands, and the woman sprints to the apartment on top of the Golden Dragon.

Cheap ass Chinese Restaurant Golden Dragon emerges on the right of the taxi. "Your fare is 50,000 won (50 USD)," he states grouchy. She drops the exact amount in his obese sweaty disgusting hands, and the woman sprints to the apartment on top of the Golden Dragon.

Golden Dragon Chinese Restaurant seats fifty-five customers with a simple L-shape dining room floor plan. A meager basic kitchen possessing three fryers, six massive woks, seven steel prep tables, a medium walk in cooler, and dinky walk-in freezer. The Golden Dragon Chinese Restaurant reveals a tidy establishment, yet ironic for shady business dealings front of prostitution and drugs. A kitchen located on the back right side of the restaurant with a backdoor to the left side, and the alley stairs lead apartments residing above the Golden Dragon Chinese Restaurant. The dish quality suggests above average entrees, and the meal's savor provides a decent experience for the public.

"Hierarchy, my experience today notes the lowest levels of crime, and a looming plague Seoul, South Korea faces, yet someone guts out the filth," she deliberates. Plum Eyes climbs twenty dirty creaky wooden stairs, and she bashes at wooden door with her right shoulder, the rusted hinges break loose after half a dozen attempts. Her body emerges tender from sliding across the two building and colliding with the drywall to the other building earlier, so Miss Plum Eyes suffers mild discomfort by shoulder bashing the door. Trash piles consume the open space of the floor, yet ants and flies crawling over these putrid stained floors. She brandishes her Custom Silenced Stainless-Steel Beretta 92FS Inox 9mm Pistol out with her left hand caressing the trigger guard. "Vomit inducing," the woman deliberates, after seeing a drugged woman pregnant stationed in a fresh urine puddle, with blood-stained panties. This putrid woman's body odor engulfs the Plum Eyes' senses. "Hellish landscapes manifest because lackadaisical imbeciles' lust after an easy means for revenue without acknowledging other agony!"

Carpet, mattress, tattered sheets, and towels reek worse than both the men's and women locker room next to a gargantuan cattle lot. Greasy Chinese fumes rise from the restaurant downstairs, and the apartments wall reveal yellowish discoloration from fryer oil smoke down below. This woman aims her Beretta 92FS Inox Pistol down the hallway of this dirt filled prostitution house. She scans the area thorough weeding out any potential assailants before retaliation would happen, yet Miss Plum Eyes faces zero resistance. "Odd, the house contains numerous foreign European and Middle Eastern women?" These scrawny malnourished women decorated with numerous needle marks in their arms, abdomens, and legs.

Their bodies reveal ribs, shoulder blades, spines, and hips so disturbing and vivid as skeletons with painted on skin colors. Women scream, "drugs more drugs, and continue bawling on the floor while shaking violent." Bruises and needles marks cover their underfed bodies, and empty needle once filled with heroine lay about the disheveled rooms. Not a single woman bathed in at least three weeks, and blackened hands filthy as landfills. They possess the greasiest knotted hair, acne, and makeup caked on like geisha smeared on their boney faces. A lone male prostitute suffers the same neglect in the corner, yet he's remains overweight.

Kicking open another door, she finds the Korean Madam adorned in a black vinyl jacket with black vinyl thigh high boots with four-inch heels, and white silk skirt embroider with a gold Dragon. She finishes branding a drugged woman with a hot poker, and the victims screams in agony. "Who the fuck are you, white bucket hat proves stylish, but fucking leave me or pay me," the woman screams! The room's total aroma of burning incense. This Korean madam possesses exquisite, almond shaped eyes with long dark lashes, plump red lips, a cute petite upturned nose, strong coral pink cheeks, and pointed jawbone. Her long legs and slender torso with c-cup sized bosom, yet she ruins her beauty with such terrible make-up. Hazel eyes and lighter brunette hair complete her ensemble.

The Plum Eyed woman gaze manifests of sorrow and pain rather than her serious death glare at this sight, and she closes the door behind her. Miss Plum Eyes lowers her Silenced Beretta 92FS Inox 9mm Pistol to her side, yet she utilizes trigger discipline. This Korean Madam's almond eyes reveal bigger her knuckles turning white with quivering hands. Silence reigns steady for three minutes, and forty seconds before being relinquished.

Miss Plum Eyes shifts her gaze to the door, and intruders knock on the door. A Chinese male and female college students both dating each other appear. The twenty-year-old female student wears tacky short, pleaded skirt and unbuttoned top. She may wield a D-Cup sized knockers, but the woman proves unsavory with a look that screams, she'll blow anyone anywhere! "You must be the new gir....," he laughs. Plum eyes spin her Custom Silenced Beretta 92FS Inox 9mm around pistol whipping his face ruthless with her left hand in a single fluid motion. His girlfriend creates the wrong facial expression, and she receives a powerful gun butt to the jaw's right side. Her busty pair bounced around while she rants in agony. "No, I'm a professional dentist, dumbass," she mocks maniacal while remaining aloof. Plum Eye's unyielding tranquility drives untold fear into this couple's hearts. Both new patients spit out a couple teeth and some blood, yet they wince, cry, and hold the right cheeks. "I thrashed you because logical people pummel others when they slander, and assuming I'm a tramp or prostitute, so a logical course requires you to experience devastating pistol whipping across the face," she informs emotionless. Plum Eyes masquerades fury while authenticating with ludicrous disappointment in these two college students.

"You spinless cowards reflect, what's comical to travel to another country in search of sex enslaved humans, so you pleasure yourself on their sexual misery!" Pointing her Custom Silenced Beretta 92FS Inox 9mm Pistol at them chambered in 9x19mm Parabellum 130 grain tungsten APR. "Logic meticulosity wasting bullets on two nincompoops, and this deficiency of necessary ammunition in the future pitfalls manifests a grim moment for me." "Plus consider the time and materials required to innovate or the expenditures of buying a box of twenty inferior 9x19mm Parabellum rounds!" "Though redecorating this atrocious room with your brain splattered murals and itsy-bitsy air punctures to relieve a vile odor could benefit this grody joint!" The female college student breaks down under the stress, peeing herself, and the urine stream runs down her leg soaking her socks and shoes. Her Chinese face matches the color of bleach, yet she hyperventilates while shackled by terror.

Seizing a butane lighter, she holds the man hand while burning "Reflect" in Korean on his right hand. These frail bastards' shrill of agony bloat the apartment and terrorize his girlfriend's mental state. She retaliates burning "reflect" in Korean into his urine covered lover's right hand. "I loathe torture and execute instantaneous, yet these two putrid slime balls merit a reprimanding in something vital!" "Parasites, you create the reasons sex trafficking, sexual assault, prostitution, sex slaves, and countless other disgusting fetishes and depravity exist, and your pathetic lust and wealth allocate all these demented shitheads out there." "These humans endure nightmarish conditions, and they experience starving, languish, and agony, not cheap cattle to abuse!" "Dog collars and leashes around your scrawny necks, now," the plum eyed woman roars full of animosity. She retains complete serene thoughts while feigning uncontrolled wrath.

This Plum Eyed Woman intrusive headlocks dragging the Korean Madam down the crooked stairs outside agile. With the branded woman's help, the two college pets, and the other awful, treated humans freed from that hellhole. "Release me, you dimwitted flat chested bimbo," she flails violent. Plum Eyes pinches her nose in a strange childish manner. A bizarre thought wedges into the Korean woman's mind, as if this voice proves familiar to her ears.