Patsy POV:
The button form Assante's blouse shot you threw your forehead and you died.
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Setting: Khaetlinn's private jet
POV: Assante
You put some deodorant on your armpits and your lady pit, teased your curvy curls a bit, and touched up your makeup with a coat of your 24 carrot rows gold balm dot com. You turned towards the mirror, and dropped your silken robe to reveal a cute but petite thong made of a real chair of key dream catcher and string. As a final touch, you put on your new dream catcher but plug. You smiled at the site of your classic, albeit ethnic, beauty.
You sauntered out into your bedroom, and laid down in front of the roaring fireplace and rapped yourself up in the bear pelt that was laying there. You had everything perfect for a little ron dave ooh with your new manmeat, Auwen. Your master sweet was lit by only the romantic fire and 700 candles, and you brought the finest chocolate bon bon for him to eat--your pussy!
'Ooh honey!" you chirped. "I'm ready!"
You saw a motion coming from his ensuite, and in walked a tall, handsome man.
Zæn!?
You quickly jumped up, and through your vaginal garment to the side. You couldn't believe your pussy was out and exposed to Zæn right now! You covered your pussy slit and nipples with your hands in horror. Why was he looking at that!? Pervert.
"What the fuck are you doing in here!?" you screamed at him.
"I'm hear to apologize," he said looking sad and apologetic, "and tare you a new ulcer." He winked seductively and pointed to his erect member.
Who does he think he is! I'm unbothered. NOT today santa! you thought, and reached for the rows gold fire place poker next to the fire place.
"This is the last time you try this on me!" you said, skewering Zæn with the fireplace poker through the stomach. Blood rushed from him before he could even reply. You swung your skewered ex boyfriend around and through him into the roaring fire.
You laughed maniacally as his body blistered and melted in the fire. Finally he was dead! You were so happy at the sight of Zæn dying, that you started to touch yourself with the bloody fireplace poker.
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