𝐶𝑂𝑅𝑅𝑈𝑃𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝑂𝐹 𝐻𝐸𝑅
The woman's hand, decorated with rings, was squeezing the sides of her throat; the gun stuffed in the blondes mouth. Breathy whimpers slipping past her lips, and mascara dripping down her puffy, red cheeks. Renata tittered, her haughty tugging the corner of her plump lips, their eyes staying on each other. Her scent...