VIII.

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VIII

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VIII.
Tension

4 hours before 'The Harvest'

Hei-Ran let another designer dress slide down her body to the floor. She stepped free of the glittering pool around her feet and continued to search the closet of the recently deceased Mrs. Lee. She was fortunately the same size as her so she'd spent an hour looking for the perfect dress for tonight. She bit her nails and ran her other hand through hanging fabrics. She paused on a silvery evening gown that was completely exposed in the back.

She pulled the dress down and stepped into it just as Soo walked into the closet. Her hair was damp with sweat and she still had bloody rubber gloves on. She eyed Hei-Ran with a scowl and leaned against the doorframe. "Is that what you're wearing to The Harvest?"

Hei-Ran shrugged a shoulder never looking away from her reflection. "Undecided," She slipped out of the dress and turned to look at Soo completely naked. "Are you done cleaning up the mess downstairs?"

Soo huffed and crossed her arms looking over Hei-Ran's beautiful body. "Why'd you have to stab him? You do realize the floors downstairs are all fucking marble... it's impossible to get stains out of it."

Hei-Ran put her hand on a hip. "Well lucky for you we have hours for you to keep cleaning..." She snarled. "Now get out of here. The smell of bleach on you is giving me a headache."

Soo ripped off her gloves and threw them to the ground. She fixed her accomplice with a venomous glare, her narrow shoulders shaking with rage. "And just when am I suppose to have time to get ready huh?!" She growled. Hei-Ran laughed and slinked over to stand over the smaller girl.

"What gave you the idea that you'd be going?" She hissed with an edge of danger in her voice. Soo's voice was starting to grate on her already frayed nerves. Soo didn't back down and got right in the other girl's face. She wanted nothing more than to rip out all of Hei-Ran's silky black hair. "What're you talking about? Why the fuck shouldn't I get to go?"

"Because you cunt," Hei-Ran continued pushing against her chest so she was forced to back up. "There's only two masks and San's expecting Mr. and Mrs. Lee. Christ, Soo have you always been this stupid?!"

Lightning fast Soo tangled her hands into Hei-Ran's hair and screamed. The taller girl was nearly pulled to the floor but managed to stay upright. She countered by running her long nails over Soo's arms drawing trails of bright red blood. The smaller girl recoiled in pain for a moment which gave her the upper hand. She shrieked and latched onto her knocking Soo's body to the floor.

"You fucking bitch, I'm the one that found him!" Hei-Ran screamed as she slammed the back of Soo's head into the floor. The smaller girl bucked her hips to try and through her off but she stubbornly clung to her. Because she was still naked the friction of Soo's hip bones against Hei-Ran's core gave her a tingle of pleasure. She moaned as Soo bucked her hips again inadvertently digging right into her clit.

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