“What do you want, Clara?” My voice was cold and harsh when I picked up the phone.
“You’re late for your blood supply, b***h,” Clara said, “My men went to the mailbox and they didn’t get the three pints you promised. Give me your blood RIGHT NOW or I will make you pay.”
“You WILL NOT get any of my blood from on, b***h,” I hissed, “You broke the deal by k********g Jasper, you dumb w***e. There’s no trade between us anymore.”
“The f**k are you talking about?” Clara screamed, “What did you just call me?!”
“Dumb. w***e,” I repeated the two words loudly and clearly, “Did you hear them now? Or do I need to send you a dictionary first?”
“How dare you! You little slut!” Clara screeched, “I will f*****g kill you!”
“Seriously, Clara,” I huffed, “Are you really calling me a slut right now?
