Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-One. Slasher and Roma. Part Two.
Two days earlier.
Roma let out a frustrated sigh, her cheeks puffing outwards, giving her face a hamster appearance, as she shook her head.
“Babe, stop this. You did amazing, the first time I threw on the motion range was a hell of a lot worse than that,” Slasher said, getting slightly annoyed that he kept having to repeat himself to his mate, who was stressing on the final range the day before. He loved that she was such a perfectionist, it matched him perfectly. But where he would look at a mistake as an opportunity to grow, his mate would focus on the perceived failure and stress herself stupid over it.
“But I killed an innocent woman, a child and an elderly man!” Roma cried out.
“No, Roma, you killed a mannequin
