~Blood w***e~
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The splintered door opened a c***k, and a hoarse voice asked, “Are you my w***e?”
Crossing her arms in front of her chest, Charlotte rolled her eyes, praying this wouldn’t take long. “Yeah, whatever, just let me inside.” The bloodletting hadn’t even begun, and already she felt drained!
When the door closed in Charlotte’s face, she gazed this way and that around the corridor. The paisley gold walls looked like they’d been papered back in the seventies—the eighteen seventies—and hadn’t been attended to since. The burnt-out sconces were more cobwebbed than the ones burning with subtle shame, but everything in this building felt dirty. After a moment of terse silence from the inhabitant in the ether, the metal bolt unlatched and the door opened wide.
Standing j
